A star shot across the sky, 

Before losing its light,

This happened night after night,

As the prayers,

During the witching hour,

Disarmed their power.

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A sure sign,

That things are stirring,

Upon listening closely,

You can even hear,

The inbound angel’s wings whirring.

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Finally enroute with answers,

Because the prayers were authoritatively spoken,

And now that the curse has been broken,

It seems blocked blessings have been awoken. 

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They’re coming like a river,

Flowing downhill,

Unstoppable,

For the Lord is a giver.

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Every day,

Something new to see,

Without knowing its source,

It’d be almost scary.