S-oar high with your faith,
H-ope, trust, and love too;
E-ven though the wind is vile,
Y-ou must make it through.
A-s you soar high with your faith,
B-egin to spread your wings;
I-n spite of the rugged weather,
L-et your life receive the blessings.
L-ife eternal is in view, as you see the heaven's gate;
E-arly February fifteenth, soar high with your faith.
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A beautiful acrostic write that fuels us to soar with our faith. Well penned.