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Will We Take Up the Harp and Fill the Bowls?

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Beloved, the question is before you: Will you take up the harp and fill the bowls?

Heaven is not silent. The throne room is not still. Even now, unceasing worship rises before the Lamb, and the incense of intercession fills the air. The elders bow. The living creatures cry out. The voices of the saints resound before the Most High.

“When He had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each one holding a harp and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.” —Revelation 5:8 (NASB)

  • The harp—the sound of worship.
  • The bowl—the intercession of the saints.

Together, they move the heavens.

This is not just a vision of heaven’s worship. It is a call to the church now. It is the invitation to take our place as priests before the Lord, to cry out day and night, to worship with all that we are, to pray without ceasing until the earth is filled with His glory.

Will you take up the harp and fill the bowls?

The Harp: Worship That Shakes the Heavens

Worship is not passive. It is warfare. It is surrender. It is the sound that shakes the heavens and releases the presence of God upon the earth.

When David established the Tabernacle, he set in place night and day worship before the Ark of the Covenant. It was more than music—it was a declaration that the Lord is enthroned in the praises of His people (Psalm 22:3). It was a foretaste of heaven’s worship, where the Lamb receives unceasing honor.

  • Paul and Silas lifted their voices in song, and the prison doors flung open (Acts 16:25-26).
  • Jehoshaphat’s army sent out worshipers ahead of the battle, and the enemy was defeated (2 Chronicles 20:21-22).
  • The priests blew the shofar and shouted before Jericho, and the walls fell (Joshua 6:20).
  • The four living creatures cry out before the throne, and the heavens resound with worship (Revelation 4:8).

Do you see? Worship is not simply music—it is a spiritual weapon, a throne upon which the Lord dwells, a declaration of His dominion and power.

Will you lift your voice? Will you worship in spirit and truth? Will you cast aside the fear of man and enter into the kind of praise that moves the heart of God?

The harp must be taken up. The song must be sung. The sound of worship must rise.

The Bowls: Intercession That Fills the Heavens

If the harp is worship, the bowls are intercession—the prayers of the saints poured out before the Lord, filling the heavens until they overflow in divine response.

Do not be deceived—every cry is heard, every tear is collected, every prayer is stored up in the presence of God. The bowls are filling. The incense is rising. And when the appointed time comes, the bowls will be poured out, releasing the power of God upon the earth.

“Another angel came and stood at the altar, holding a golden censer; and much incense was given to him, so that he might add it to the prayers of all the saints on the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense ascended from the angel’s hand with the prayers of the saints before God. Then the angel took the censer and filled it with the fire of the altar, and hurled it to the earth; and there were peals of thunder and sounds, and flashes of lightning and an earthquake.” —Revelation 8:3-5 (NASB)

Do you understand? Intercession is not empty words—it is incense that reaches the throne, fire that fills the bowls, cries that move heaven and earth.

Hannah cried out, and the Lord gave her Samuel.
Elijah prayed, and the heavens released rain.
Daniel interceded, and an angel was dispatched in response.
The church gathered in prayer, and Peter was set free from prison.

Even now, the prayers of the saints are filling the bowls in heaven. The incense is rising.But the bowls will not always remain full—there comes a moment when the fire of heaven is poured out upon the earth in response to the prayers of the saints.

Will you take your place? Will you fill the bowls with intercession? Will you cry out until the heavens respond?

A Generation That Will Not Be Silent

Beloved, we are in the hour of decision. Will we be a silent church, content with empty rituals and half-hearted praise? Or will we be a generation that takes up the harp and fills the bowls, lifting up unceasing worship and relentless intercession until heaven invades earth?

  • Will we be like David, who established day and night worship?
  • Will we be like Anna, who fasted and prayed in the temple until she saw the Messiah?
  • Will we be like the apostles, who gathered in the upper room and prayed until the fire of the Holy Spirit was poured out?
  • Will we be like John, who saw the worship of heaven and refused to let the church settle for anything less?

The Lord is calling. The hour is urgent. The time is now.
The harp must be taken up.
The bowls must be filled.The earth must hear the sound of worship and the cry of intercession.

Will you take up the harp? Will you fill the bowls? Will you give yourself fully to the cry of worship and prayer that will shake the heavens and release the glory of God upon the earth?

Prayer

Father, awaken us.

Let us not be content with shallow worship and weak prayers. Teach us to take up the harp—to worship You with all our hearts, in spirit and in truth. Teach us to fill the bowls—to intercede until heaven responds. Let the incense of prayer rise before You without ceasing. Let the sound of worship shake the earth and usher in Your glory. We will not be silent. We will not be passive. We will take our place before Your throne. Come, Lord Yeshua. Be enthroned upon our praises. In the name of Yeshua, the Lamb who was slain, Amen.

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Day Four: The Freedom of His Presence

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“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. But we all, with unveiled faces, looking as in a mirror at the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as from the Lord, the Spirit.” — 2 Corinthians 3:17-18 (NASB) This passage beautifully illustrates the concept of Freedom in Yeshua.

“The mountains melted like wax at the presence of the LORD, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.” — Psalm 97:5 (NASB)

Where the presence of Yeshua is, there is true freedom in Yeshua. The world offers a counterfeit—self-sufficiency, fleeting pleasure, and so-called independence that only leads to deeper bondage. But true liberty is found in surrendering to El Shaddai, the Almighty God, who alone breaks every chain.

When His presence fills a place, sin loses its grip. Fear, anxiety, and oppression cannot stand before the radiance of His glory. Just as light dispels darkness, the Spirit of the Lord shatters strongholds that seek to enslave His people. You were never meant to live bound by sin, fear, or the opinions of others. You were created to walk in the freedom of His love, fully surrendered to His will, fully alive in His grace.

But this freedom is not the world’s version—it is not the right to do whatever you please. It is freedom from sin, not freedom to sin. It is the ability to walk in righteousness, to experience the joy of His presence, and to live unshaken by the storms of this world.

Are you carrying burdens that feel impossible to break? Press into the presence of El Shaddai to experience freedom in Yeshua. Seek His face in worship, in prayer, in His Word. The more you abide in Him, the more you will walk in the liberty of His Spirit. Every chain will fall. Every weight will lift. And you will step into the fullness of His freedom.

Prayer for Freedom

Abba Father, I long to dwell in Your presence, where true freedom reigns. Break every chain that binds me, and remove every weight that keeps me from walking fully in You. Let Your Spirit flood my life, filling every corner with Your light and truth. Teach me to abide in You daily so that I may walk in the freedom You have given me through Yeshua. I surrender every fear, sin, and burden to You. Lead me into deeper intimacy with You, for in Your presence, I am truly free. Amen.

Surrendered Hearts Bring Healing

“Now all these things are from God, who reconciled us to Himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation, namely, that God was in Christ reconciling the world to Himself, not counting their wrongdoings against them, and He has committed to us the word of reconciliation.” — 2 Corinthians 5:18-19 (NASB)

When we surrender to El Shaddai, He moves through us to heal the land. The power of true surrender is that it does not stop with us—His Spirit works in and through us to bring restoration. His presence transforms us so that His glory may be revealed on the earth.

The world is broken, but Yeshua has given us the ministry of reconciliation and freedom in Yeshua (2 Corinthians 5:18). He calls us to stand in the gap—to intercede, to proclaim His truth, to be vessels of His presence. When we humble ourselves, seek His face, and turn from sin, He responds with healing (2 Chronicles 7:14). This is not just a promise—it is a call to action.

The enemy wants the Church distracted, divided, and silent. But now is the time to rise up in faith. Revival does not begin with a building; it begins with surrendered hearts. And when God’s people move in step with Him, revival spreads like fire.

Let this be our prayer:

Father, we surrender to You. Move through us, cleanse us, and make us vessels of Your healing power. Let Your presence flow from our lives and transform our cities, our families, and our nation. May Your name be exalted as You restore what is broken and bring freedom in Yeshua. In Yeshua’s name, Amen.

Draw Near—He is Here

“Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.” — James 4:8 (NASB)

That deep longing—to be held close, to be known, to be secure—resonates in every human heart. Yeshua is near. He does not stand at a distance, waiting for you to figure it all out. He is actively drawing near to those who call upon Him in truth.

Let your heart find rest in Him. He is your refuge, your strength, and the One who carries you when you have no strength left. Press into Him. Seek His face. Let His presence surround you like a shield, for in Him, there is freedom in Yeshua.

He is faithful. He will never let you go.

Abba, hold this heart close. Let Your presence be felt in a way that leaves no room for doubt. Fill every empty space with Your love and draw them deeper into You. In Yeshua’s name, Amen.

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Visions

Vision of God’s Glory

Behold the vision, glorious and overwhelming, as the Almighty sits enthroned in radiant majesty. His throne gleams like sapphire, His form surrounded by fire that pulses with life. Flames rise around Him, yet the heat is not one of fear but of warmth—inviting, like the hearth of a loving Father’s home. His glory fills the space, so bright you can scarcely look upon Him, yet you feel drawn to Him, as though if you could just reach out, your hand might touch the hem of His robe (Malachi 4:2). The light surrounds you, not consuming but embracing, a tangible reminder that He is not distant—He is here, with you (Deuteronomy 31:6).

His voice thunders through the air like the roar of many waters, commanding awe and reverence, but beneath its power, there is a gentleness, a call that pulls at your heart (Revelation 1:15). “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty,” the seraphim cry, their wings trembling at His presence, but your spirit knows He calls not only them but also you (Isaiah 6:3, Revelation 4:8). His voice echoes deep within, a Father beckoning His children to come closer (John 10:27). The ground trembles beneath your feet, but you are not shaken. The whole earth is filled with His glory (Habakkuk 2:14), yet He is close, as near as the breath you draw (Acts 17:27).

The air is thick with the scent of incense, rising with the prayers of the saints, and as it swirls around you, it carries a sense of peace, as though the very fragrance of His presence assures you that you are not alone (Revelation 5:8). You are standing on holy ground (Exodus 3:5), yet the fear that once gripped you dissolves in the presence of His love (1 John 4:18). The fire that burns before His throne does not consume—it cleanses, making a way for you to come near (Isaiah 6:6-7), to be close to the One who knows you by name (Isaiah 43:1).

His gaze, like flames of fire, pierces through the depths of your soul (Revelation 1:14), yet there is no condemnation, only a Father’s love (Romans 8:1). His eyes see everything—every hidden corner, every unspoken thought—and still, He calls you to come (Psalm 139:1-3). You feel His nearness, like a protective presence beside you (Psalm 91:1-2), guiding you, comforting you. The weight of His glory presses down upon you, but it is not crushing—it is the comforting embrace of a Father who holds His child close (Isaiah 40:11).

You long to reach out, to touch Him, for His presence feels so near, so real. Though His throne is high and lifted up, He is not far away. He is the loving Father who walks with His children (Isaiah 41:10). He stands by your side, even in the midst of His majesty, His hand always outstretched toward you. And in that moment, you know, with a certainty deeper than anything you have ever known, that He will never leave you, never forsake you (Hebrews 13:5).

And then, as suddenly as it began, the vision fades. The fire that burned so brightly, the throne that stood high and exalted, the radiant light that filled the heavens—all begins to dim. Yet, though your eyes no longer see, you know that His presence remains. The roar of many waters quiets, the voices of the seraphim fall still, and the trembling of the earth beneath your feet ceases.

But the peace lingers, a deep and abiding assurance that the One who was, who is, and who is to come still reigns. His majesty, His power, and His love are not confined to the vision—they are everlasting. The glory of the Lord endures forever, and His hand remains outstretched toward you, guiding you, calling you, walking with you through every shadow and every light.

As the vision closes, you are left standing, filled with awe, but also with a profound sense of hope. The One seated on the throne is not far off—He is near. He is your Father, and His kingdom will never end.

“He who testifies to these things says, ‘Yes, I am coming quickly.’ Amen. Come, Lord Jesus. The grace of the Lord Jesus be with all. Amen.”

(Revelation 22:20-21)

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A Vision of the Bridegroom’s Joy

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.

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Holy Longing and Divine Encounter

At an unexpected time, a vision appeared before me, vivid and overwhelming, as if reality itself had given way to the unseen realm. I stood in a vast assembly, surrounded by believers who had gathered with one purpose—to seek the face of God. The air was thick with anticipation, a fragrance of sweet incense rising from the altar, mingling with the aroma of fresh anointing oil that began to flow freely, golden and fragrant, a symbol of the Spirit’s unrestrained presence.

As I breathed in, the scent of oil and incense filled my lungs, and I could feel the warmth of the fire burning deep within my chest. The atmosphere was alive with the sound of many voices, lifted in worship, but not the familiar songs of routine. These were new songs, birthed in the moment, raw and unfiltered, as if each word was being drawn directly from the wells of living water within their souls (John 7:38). The melodies intertwined with the wind that began to stir—soft at first, like a whisper through the trees, then building into a mighty rushing force that caused the very walls to tremble (Acts 2:2).

The ground beneath my feet shook, and I could feel the vibrations moving up through my legs, reverberating in my bones. It was as though the earth itself was responding to the presence of the Almighty. Suddenly, the wind became a torrent, swirling around the assembly, and with it came a fire—holy and fierce, yet not consuming. It descended from above, resting upon each head like tongues of flame, and with the fire came a heat that penetrated to the very core, igniting hearts with a passion that could not be quenched (Acts 2:3).

In the midst of this encounter with the Lord, I looked and saw those who had lived their entire Christian lives in the familiarity of routine, their eyes opening wide in astonishment. They had come expecting the usual—a service they could sleep through, a sermon they could predict, a worship they could endure. But now, they were confronted with the reality of a God who could not be contained by their expectations. The air around them shimmered with the weight of glory, so thick it felt like the very breath of God was filling their lungs.

As I continued to behold the scene, I saw twenty-four elders seated on thrones, clothed in white robes, with crowns of gold upon their heads. Their faces were filled with awe and reverence as they cast their crowns before the throne, crying out, “Worthy are You, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for You created all things, and by Your will they existed and were created” (Revelation 4:10–11). Their voices joined with the sound of the cherubim and seraphim, who flew back and forth with wings covering their faces, crying out with voices that shook the heavens, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come” (Revelation 4:8).

The presence of the elders added to the solemnity of the moment, their worship serving as an example to the gathered assembly. The ground continued to tremble beneath their feet, and the room filled with a thick, fragrant smoke—like the smoke of incense rising before the throne of God. It obscured my vision, yet I could feel the nearness of the Lord, so close it was as if I could reach out and touch Him. The smoke carried with it the scent of burning coals, and I saw them—glowing, fiery coals being brought forth by an angel, who touched them to the lips of the people, purifying them, setting their words on fire with the holiness of God (Isaiah 6:6–7).

The heat of the coals seared through my senses, a holy pain that was at once cleansing and empowering. I felt the fire of God settle upon my heart, burning away every impurity, every doubt, leaving only a desperate hunger for more of Him. The wind of God filled my sails, propelling me forward into the depths of His presence, where time and space no longer mattered, only the reality of the living God who was making Himself known.

And then the Lord spoke, His voice like the sound of many waters, filling the place with a reverberation that shook the very foundations. “Behold, I am coming soon. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled” (Matthew 5:6). The words were a promise, a call to awaken from the slumber of routine, to taste and see that the Lord is good (Psalm 34:8).

As the vision faded, I was left with an insatiable longing—a longing for the real Jesus, the One who cannot be confined by tradition or expectation, the One whose glory fills the temple, whose fire consumes every heart, whose wind carries us into the uncharted territories of His presence. And I knew, with a certainty that could not be shaken, that I needed this God more today than I did yesterday, and I would need Him even more tomorrow. For in this holy encounter, I had tasted the goodness of the Lord, and nothing else would ever satisfy.

A Call to the Lord

Oh, Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come, I call upon Your name. We stand before You, longing to see Your face, to experience Your unrestrained presence. Shake us from the slumber of routine, break through the walls of our expectations, and let Your glory fill our lives like never before. Let Your holy fire rest upon us, purifying our hearts, and let Your wind propel us into the depths of Your love and truth. We hunger and thirst for righteousness, knowing that only You can satisfy the longing of our souls.

Father, I pray that Your Spirit would flow freely among us, that the oil of Your anointing would pour over us, and that we would not settle for anything less than the fullness of Your presence. Fill us with the unexplainable glory of Your majesty, and let the cry of the seraphim and the worship of the elders be the cry of our hearts: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty.” We need You, Lord, more today than we did yesterday, and we will need You even more tomorrow. Draw us closer to You, and let our lives be a testimony of Your unfathomable goodness.

In the name of Jesus Christ, our Savior and King, we pray. Amen.

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The Love of the Father

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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