It was Thursday evening, a day like many of the days in which I sat in the midst of believers each in there own way crying out to God, pouring out there hearts through prayer and supplication, making there request known with Thanksgiving unto the Kings of Kings, and the Lord of Lords. Perplexed as to how I got there, when I was just merely walking across the room and all of a sudden, He was there. I was aware that He had arrived, there was no denying it. He led me to a place, where all the doors were opened no longer could I hide, no longer could I deny what He meant to me, and how I had once, known Him. I knew who He was, in my heart of hearts I had a relationship with Him. It was time for Him to speak to me and to begin to show me the faces of all the Saints that were loved by Him, and that loved Him. I was in awe, as I did what I could not do for a couple of years. I extended my hands towards Him as my tears ran down my face. I could not believe that I had arrived to that place once again, I had so much to say, He had so much to say to me. We were together once again, the doors were opened everyone could see. There was no denying it. As I allowed myself to submit to his will, he began then to show me the faces of the other Saints whom He loved, that were and have been praying for me and all I could do was say, Thank You. With my hands extended towards Him and tears running down my face, Thank you. He rasied my head to look at Him and assured me that my sins had been forgiven. Everyone in the room was silent in reverence to His presence and the work that He was doing in my heart. I began to sing to Him, and then all of sudden I remembered I used to sing to Him, I remember singing to Him. I was not ashamed, nor was I nervous or fearful of singing to Him. The evening ended, and I was anew a new person a new creation in the palm of his hands, his work had begon once again. Worthy is the Lamb.
