Good News
From the ancient tongue of hope and light,
Euangelion, the good news takes flight.
A message of peace in the wind’s soft call,
A beacon of truth for one and for all.
An angel descending with wings spread wide,
Bringing the tidings where hearts reside.
In whispers, in songs, in the stillness of night,
The gospel of joy, the dawn breaking bright.
The lion roars, its voice full of grace,
declaring the love of a divine embrace.
From the heavens, the earth shall renew,
As angels proclaim, and lions pursue.
Good news unfolds like the sun’s first ray,
A promise of peace, a guiding way.
Euangelion, the truth we have known,
A gift of the heart, to call our own.

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