I hear an ethereal music loudly.
Amidst the cacophony of sounds in my
near environment, yet it's gentle and clear.
A melody so delicate and pure rings from
my heart, and the words formed in my
mouth in consonance to the melody.
My heart couldn't place the sound to any
key, I wonder why.
As my attention progresses to an undivided
stance, it responds by growing loudly while
the background noises fade away.
Then came the still silence. A silence so
synonymous to the one described in the word
when the lamb opened the seventh seal.
Understanding beckons slowly, and strongly
rushing into my consciousness.
As the sons pay more attention, noises of life
fade away to pave way to the world of our
Oh yes, the keys of the music are not of the
world of men, they are from home.
I am from Zion, and I am entitled to these
experiences even while I am still here on earth.
Heavenly music being sung by angels should
ring smoothly in my heart, while I bask and
drink in the ecstasy of His presence.
I awake from my visitation with a wide smile
on my lips, renewed and longing for home.
As days pass and I go about my activities,
I take a deep pause to bring back the sonorous
voices of the heavenlies and hear the sound
in my heart again, and it reminds me of a
Tai - the beloved
It's 11:54pm, a day after solemn assembly
Even though I informed the Pssbc family
I was going to bed, I couldn't just go to bed
without writing something about your love,
I love you because you first loved and gave
yourself for me.
Holy Spirit, it's your thought that fills my
heart in the night.
It's your thought that overshadows my heart
when I wake in the dead of the night.
It's your thought that springs in my mind
when I wake while I declare, "it's the day
the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be
glad in it".
There's a transformation of love going on.
A joyous pattern is taking shape in my heart.
Everyday as I confess how your love is
shed abroad in my heart.
And how I genuinely love the most gracious
and the vilest person
There's joy and love solidified in my heart.
Dear Holy Spirit, there's a change going on here.
I can feel it in my heart.
A change of love for you and people.
In my chats, discussions, phone calls, there's
an aura of love for the people.
I love this new dimension.
Ah, Holy Spirit, you are the music of my heart
The lyrics and melodies of my song.
Hence forth, I call myself the beloved, because
I'm the beloved of the Father.
Yet, I'm itching and looking forward to another
level of love dimension and knowing.
Yes, I will be drenched in it
I will swim in it
I will ride the crest of the wave of your love
Thank you, bread of life.