Kneeling in the throne room of the Most High God

The Secret Place where He whispers revelation and love

Filled with the aroma of His presence

Burning with fire

Bright and beautiful

Colors of the Rainbow,

Sounds of great clapping of thunder as the lightning flashes

I look at Him and he shows me

So many rooms I haven’t entered

Open the door won’t you open the door I sing softly to the King

We sing a duet, He echos my song

Open the door won’t you open the door, Open the door

I don’t know which one He is singing about

Don’t know which one I’m singing about

His piercing eyes of love and fire, head tilted slightly forward

Pointing to the gate that is opened wide

I can see light calling me from inside that doorway

Archway close to the ground,

big as a thimble arrayed with tiny baby’s breath

I look at Him and He looks at me with encouraging eyes

An angel comes to me and pours the spices of heaven upon my head

His aroma overtakes me

The overshadowing of His Glory

He puts a scroll in my mouth and I eat of the Honey of heaven

Each step I take toward the door I can hear my song

As I reach the entrance I am amazed that my spirit can now go through

Stepping in, Jesus whispers to me as I see the twinkle in His eye

Enjoy the journey, there’s MORE.

Your Guardians Of The Gate,