I was taken up in the Spirit, and a vision of heaven unfolded before my eyes. The radiance of God’s throne filled the expanse with a brilliance that no earthly words can fully describe. As I stood before the Almighty, a voice like the sound of many waters spoke, revealing mysteries beyond time and space.

“Before the foundation of the world, I knew you,” said the voice, echoing through the heavens. I saw a vast tapestry, intricately woven by the hand of God the Father, displaying the story of creation and beyond. Each thread represented a soul, and among them, I saw my own. The colors of the tapestry were vivid and alive, shimmering with the breath of God Himself.

The voice continued, “Every thought, every choice, every sin—I knew them all. Yet my love for you never wavered.” The words resonated within me, and I felt the weight of my own sins pressing upon my heart. I saw a chasm, dark and deep, separating humanity from the holiness of God. The air was thick with the sorrow of separation, a tangible sense of loss and yearning.

Then, the scene shifted, and I beheld the cross. It stood tall and rugged, stained with the blood of the Lamb. I felt the ground tremble as the sky darkened, and a cry pierced through the heavens, “It is finished!” I saw Jesus, battered and bruised, His love poured out in every drop of blood. The fragrance of sacrifice filled the air, mingling with the scent of myrrh and aloes.

As I gazed upon the cross, I felt the weight of sin lift from me, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace and love. The voice spoke again, softer now, “Through My Son, you are reconciled. Come, know Me, and walk in relationship with Me.” The air was filled with a melody, a symphony of angels singing praises to the Lamb who was slain.

In that moment, I looked to the heavens and saw the morning stars singing together, their light dancing in harmonious praise. As it is written, “When the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy” (Job 38:7 AMP). Their voices, like a celestial choir, intertwined with the angelic hymn, creating a sound so beautiful that it filled my soul with awe.

I felt His presence surround me, a warmth that penetrated my soul. “In Him you live and move and have your being,” the voice declared. I knew then that my every breath, every heartbeat, was sustained by His grace. The vision continued, and I saw tears, countless and glistening, each one collected by God’s gentle hands. “Your tears are precious to Me,” He said, “I have kept them in My bottle and recorded them in My book.”

My heart swelled with gratitude, and I joined the heavenly chorus, my voice lifted in praise. The sound was joined by the Song of Moses and of the Lamb, a timeless hymn of deliverance and victory. “Great and wonderful are Your works, O Lord God, the Almighty; Righteous and true are Your ways, O King of the nations!” (Revelation 15:3 AMP). This song echoed through the ages, proclaiming the majesty and righteousness of our God.

“To Him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and dominion forever and ever!” The sound of worship was like a mighty river, flowing through the expanse of heaven, touching every corner of creation.

In that moment, I knew that this song would never end. Forever, we will sing His praise, for He is worthy. The vision faded, but the truth remained etched in my heart. God’s love, unfathomable and eternal, knew me before time began, and will hold me forever.

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