He was sitting in a grand chair, so brilliant that it shone like the noonday sun, but it dimmed in comparison to His magnificence. Perhaps the chair really wasn’t shining, it was Him and the overflow of his beauty onto the chair. She had her head in his lap, her long hair flowing about her. This was her favorite place to be, she always felt completely safe while here.
She was talking quietly with him, and as she did, she began to see doors open one by one, all around her. When she asked about them, he told her he indeed was opening doors that no one could close. He told her she would join others, many others, who would help usher in a new season, a season filled with hope and love and the welcoming of His Spirit. Then she heard what sounded like angelic voices, at least it must be because they sang with such power and at the same time so beautifully crystal clear.
Say, behold He comes, riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun, at the trumpet’s call
Lift your voice, it’s the year of Jubilee
Out of Zion’s hill, salvation comes.
Out of Zion’s hill, salvation comes!
Song lyrics; Donnie Mc Clurkin