Bearer of good news.
Running through my neighborhood
I just know you’re heading my way.
To my front door or mailbox
You’ll stand
And blow the rams horn.
Signaling good tidings
Of blessings to follow your arrival.

You say to me,
God’s heard your prayers
And granted them.
Do you receive it?

Yes, I say.
But the truth was that
I’d received it in my spirit
Before I’d even prayed it.

Now here you are
Herald, at my door
Telling me things I’ve already known
But your presence brings joy
For what I held in hope
Has finally come in reality!


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