I saw you there, Beloved.
You were standing at the edge of eternity.
The veil was thin. The air trembled. You were longing, listening, and waiting for something beyond the ordinary.
You were searching for a sound not made by man but born of glory.

And then, the heavens opened.

I beheld a throne, radiant and burning with holiness. In the right hand of the One seated there was a scroll. It was sealed seven times, written on the front and back. The scroll was not forgotten. It had not been lost. It had always been there, waiting for the one who would be found worthy.

A mighty angel called out with a voice that shook heaven and earth.
“WHO IS WORTHY TO OPEN THE SCROLL AND BREAK ITS SEALS?”

But no one moved. Not in heaven. Not on earth. Not beneath the earth. The cry echoed without answer.

And I wept.

I wept not because God had failed, but because no man had prevailed. I wept because the story seemed locked, and the plan seemed sealed. I wept because I too have stood in places where the scroll was visible, but not yet opened.

But then

One of the elders spoke to me. “Do not weep. Look closely.”

I turned and I saw.

There, between the throne and the elders, stood a Lamb. He was not fallen, but standing. He was not untouched, but wounded. The scars told the story. He had been slain, yet now lived. He bore seven horns, which is perfect power, and seven eyes, which is perfect vision. He was filled with the fullness of the Spirit of God.

He stepped forward.

And He took the scroll.

When He did, worship broke out like a storm.

The living creatures fell. The elders dropped to their faces. Harps began to resound, and golden bowls overflowed with incense. These were the prayers of the saints. A new song rose like fire, as if heaven itself had been holding its breath.

“Worthy are You to take the scroll and to open its seals.
For You were slain, and with Your blood You purchased people for God
from every tribe, language, people, and nation.”
(Revelation 5:9, AMP)

And now, Beloved

It is time.

Time to step in.
Time to cast off the dust of the day, the weight of your worries, and the whispers of shame. Hang them at the door. Lay them at the altar. Come just as you are. You do not need to be polished or perfect. You only need to be hungry.

Come and seek His face.

The One whom your soul longs for is here.
Yeshua the Lamb of God is present.
He has been found worthy. He has approached the throne.
Heaven is trembling, for the Lamb is ready to take it.

As you step into worship, everything shifts.

Worship does not build gradually.

It erupts.

It rises like thunder, like fire, like incense.
The creatures cry out again. The elders fall again.
And your voice joins the sound that was, and is, and is to come.

Heaven waits for your worship.

The golden bowls are filled with your prayers. The angels echo your surrender. The Lamb, who stands at the center of it all, receives what only you can give.

Your song.

Let it rise now.

Let every breath proclaim His worth.
Let your worship break the silence.
Let your heart become the altar.
Because He was slain for you.
Because He has been found worthy.
Because the scroll awaits His hand.
Because only He is worthy.

“To Him who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb
be blessing and honor and glory and dominion forever and ever.”
(Revelation 5:13, AMP)

Let the song begin.