Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

I search for those who would be my instruments, my voice.  A song, so small, so grand, so stirring, what does the pitch and vibrations say that it stirs something so deep inside?  In the genetic make up is a seed, a remnant of longing to look up, to reach up, to know I am. And the longing stirs sadness, a long lost love, the misplaced affections, the missed opportunities for perfect human love.   And they hear the word the chorus of praise and yet miss the meaning.

There is no perfect human love for each have frailties, and so forgiveness must be.  Yet there was one whose love was that, perfect, fully forgiving, a heart that held all of the misery and loneliness of the lost, a heart that knew it would bleed for the heaviness of sin.  And the days and centuries roll by, and a people of many nations seek.  Still they feel the groan of spiritual oppression and yet come together to sing of praise with a longing to know of the voices from heaven.

What is the longing of your heart?  To sing, to rejoice, to hold beauty in the palm of your hand, to hold time, to know pure love, to forgive wholly and without condition?  Hallelujah, a song, a moment that stirs even the sinners to long for the harmonies of my wondrous angels in heaven.  A song worldly yet a word of praise, notes of yearning, stirring to the depths where despair lingers.

Oh my children, rise.  For this earth is yours.  Rise to sing and praise and allow the soaring of your spirit to resound with the harmonies of the angels.  Sing aloud the words of praise, hallelujah!  Sing to the glory of your true God, sing in prayer, sing in the spirit, rejoice that no despair be of your heart.  Do you not know that you hold eternity in your hands?  Hallelujah, I say in my own heart and breath, that some will hear and know that I am a God of light and pure love and forgiveness and health and strength and power.

I say it loud and sonorous,  my thunders, my crashing waves, my mighty winds, hallelujah! the angels sing when a crushed heart has revived with the whispers of truth.  Hallelujah, my angels cry when the voice of truth heals the brittle bones.  Hallelujah, hallelujah, I sing and cry with joy when my children hear my voice.  God’s glorious words of knowledge, and wisdom and prophecy.

After this I heard what sounded like the roar of a great multitude in heaven shouting: “Hallelujah! Salvation and glory and power belong to our God, Rev19:1 NIV
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