I was carried away in the Spirit last night, and the heavens opened before me, revealing a magnificent sight. Jesus, the Bridegroom, stood before His radiant Bride, His Church, in all His glory. His face was like the sun, His eyes like flames of fire, and His voice echoed through the heavens like the sound of rushing waters. Yet, within that power was a tenderness, a love that filled the atmosphere. The fragrance of His presence was sweet, like myrrh and spices, and the air shimmered with His glory.
Then I heard it—a song. It was not just any song, but a love song, flowing from the very heart of the Bridegroom to His Bride. As He sang, the whole of creation seemed to lean in, captivated by the melody. His voice was deep, rich with the anointing of heaven, filled with the love of Jesus for His Church. Every note carried a weight of glory, and the sound wrapped around His Bride like a garment of pure love.
In the hush of early morning, when the world is still asleep,
Feel the brush of My affection, like the wind upon your cheek.
Let the golden rays of sunrise paint My love across your skies,
Hear the songbirds serenading, it’s My call to you, arise.
As He sang, I saw the Bride standing still, her eyes fixed upon her Groom. The sun began to rise behind her, its golden rays painting the sky with hues of His love. The morning air was still, but the soft breeze carried the whispers of His affection. The birds began to sing, joining in the melody, a call for the Bride to awaken, to arise into His love. The atmosphere was electric with His presence, and the earth seemed to tremble with joy.
Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.
His voice carried this chorus over her, and in that moment, I felt the weight of His love—an invitation for her to come closer. His Spirit was calm, still, and yet more powerful than any force I had ever known. The Bride stepped forward, and I could see the chains of fear, of doubt, fall from her as she entered His embrace. In His arms, she found peace, she found her purpose, she found His will.
Walk with Me through fields of flowers, feel the dew beneath your feet,
Every blossom tells a story of a love profound and deep.
Gaze upon the distant mountains, touching heavens high above,
Know that every peak and valley echoes whispers of My love.
I saw the Bride and the Bridegroom walking together through a field of flowers, the ground beneath their feet glistening with morning dew. Each blossom seemed to tell its own story, each petal an expression of His deep, unending love. The mountains in the distance stretched toward the heavens, and their peaks and valleys echoed the soft whispers of His love for her. His voice continued to sing, filling the air with this divine affection.
Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.
With every step, the Bride grew closer to the Groom’s heart, and His presence around her deepened. There was no rush, only the overwhelming peace of being held in the love of her King.
When the storms of life are raging and the shadows cloud your sight,
Feel My hand within your own, guiding you toward the light.
Every tear that falls I cherish, every cry I surely hear,
Wrap yourself within My presence, let go of all your fear.
Suddenly, the vision shifted, and I saw the Bride walking through a storm. Dark clouds swirled around her, and the winds howled, but she was not alone. The Groom was there, His hand tightly holding hers, guiding her toward the light. Every tear she shed, He wiped away, every cry was heard by His heart. His presence wrapped around her like a shield, and the fear that had gripped her heart began to fade away as His voice continued to sing over her.
Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.
Even in the midst of the storm, His voice never wavered. His song was steady, a rock in the chaos, calling her to rest in His love and find freedom in His arms. The storm passed, and the Bride was left standing in the light of His glory.
In the quiet of the evening, under stars that shine so bright,
Feel the rhythm of My heartbeat matching yours in gentle might.
Let the moon cast silver blessings as you rest within My grace,
Dream of joy and hope unending till you see Me face to face.
The scene softened, and night fell. The stars above glowed brightly, each one reflecting the light of His love. The Bride rested in His arms, feeling the rhythm of His heartbeat matching her own. The moon cast its gentle light upon them, and the atmosphere was thick with grace. As He sang, she closed her eyes, dreaming of the day when she would see Him face to face, and their joy would be unending.
Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.
This chorus rang through the heavens, an eternal song of love, pulling the Bride deeper into the heart of the Groom.
As the seasons change around you and the years all fade away,
Know My love remains unchanging, constant through each passing day.
When the final curtain’s closing and your journey finds its end,
You will step into My kingdom, where our joy will never end.
The vision grew brighter, and I saw the end of all things. The Bride and Groom stood together at the threshold of eternity, their love unchanging, constant through the ages. Jesus sang of the final day, when the journey would end, and the Bride would step into His kingdom. There, joy would never cease. The song swelled, filling the heavens with a final crescendo of glory.
Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.
You are the apple of My eye, the treasure that I seek,
Forever and always, My love for you runs deep.
As the vision lingered, I saw the Bridegroom extend His hand toward His Bride, His eyes full of unspoken promises and eternal love. The heavens above seemed to stretch out in awe, and the earth below stood still, as if all of creation was holding its breath. The Bride took His hand, and as their fingers intertwined, a brilliant light burst forth, illuminating everything around them. I could hear the angels singing, their voices blending with the Bridegroom’s song, a heavenly symphony of praise and adoration.
The Groom spoke softly now, but His words carried a weight that resonated through the depths of my soul. “You are Mine, beloved. I have loved you with an everlasting love. From the beginning of time, I have prepared this moment, when you would stand by My side, radiant and holy. My joy is complete in you, and nothing will ever separate us. For you are My Bride, and I am your Groom.”
His voice grew quieter, more intimate, as He leaned closer to His Bride. “The journey has not always been easy,” He whispered, “but you have never been alone. Every step you took, I was there. Every trial, I carried you. And now, at the end of the age, you will walk with Me into a joy that knows no end.”
The vision began to fade, but the song—the song of His love—remained, echoing in the heavens and in the hearts of all who had witnessed it. The Bride stood in perfect peace, her eyes fixed on her Groom, as they prepared to step into the fullness of eternity, where the sound of His love would resound forever.
