C-oal clouds turn white,
I-t's because of God's love;
A-llow the cold chill to end,
R-aindrops fade from
A-bove.
M-arch eighteenth Saturday
A-ims to warm your heart;
R-ugged wind turns calm,
C-reating a brand new start.
E-arly morning beacon
L-ets you leave the doubt;
I-ntensify your hope and faith,
N-ever turn the lights
O-ut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem