I saw it —
Not with my eyes, but with the eyes of my spirit.
A place not bound by time or space, where eternity breathes and holiness sings.
Heaven.
The gates were open wide, not made of gold alone,
but of light, glory, and welcome.
I was drawn in, not by force —
but by love.
And then I heard it.
A sound —
Not noise, not a song with a beginning or an end,
but a symphony of souls in perfect unity.
The sound of worship.
Voices beyond number.
Languages not known on earth, yet understood by every heart.
They sang not to perform, but to proclaim.
Not for applause, but for adoration.
At the center stood the Throne —
High, holy, shining like a million suns but never blinding.
And seated upon it was the Lamb —
Jesus, radiant, scarred and glorious all at once.
The angels surrounded Him —
mighty, burning with purity, their wings covering their faces as they cried:
“Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty,
Who was, and is, and is to come.”
Elders bowed low, casting crowns not in defeat, but in surrender.
Multitudes lifted hands, some trembling, some dancing —
every motion an offering of undiluted love.
And in that place, there was no pain.
No fear.
No shame.
Only glory.
Only peace.
Only Him.
Every note was a flame.
Every breath, worship.
Every soul, alive in ways Earth could never contain.
I didn’t want to leave.
Because once you’ve heard the sound of heaven’s choir —
you never forget it.
And now, even here — in this broken, waiting world —
my heart joins in that eternal song.
Because heaven’s worship is not just a future event —
It’s already happening. Right now.
And one day…
we won’t just imagine it.
We’ll join it.
Forever.
