Genuine and Pure

E-arly twenty-seventh February U-ses the wide blue skyway; N-ight cold chill has turned I-nto a warm beautiful day. C-oal clouds don't gather, zenith awaits the beacon; E-vening shadows disappear, the sun rises above the horizon. A-nother lesson to learn, B-right ideas are countless; L-ight above shows the way, A-s it cleans up the mess. N-ew dawn promises hope, E-asterly wind blows low and high; D-arkness is deeper down, A-ll you have to do is try. S-eek the righteousness, U-ntil you find the message; P-ray to the Lord in heaven, R-equest on true knowledge. E-arnestly search for wisdom, M-ake it a priceless treasure; One wise move is to listen to the gospel genuine and pure.