It’s been 3 and 1/2 years since the day I heard the sounds of heaven. It happened one particular night while I was deep asleep, when, without truly understanding it, everything seemed to open and I was allowed to catch a glimpse (or sound) of what heaven was like. The following account is my own experience and though I at no time saw with my own eyes the splendor of heaven, my ears did and what I heard both captured my heart as well as my mind. Here is that account:

I was in a deep sleep the night God allowed me to hear a glimpse of heaven. The word says in Joel 2:28 that in the last days “And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions.”. I cannot fully explain what I heard, for only my sense of hearing was opened to that spiritual realm, but that experience allowed me to grasp this knowledge, that where Christ was, I wanted to be. As I slept, my spirit was awakened to the realization that the dimension between this world and the next had been opened and suddenly I was literally “hearing” the full spectrum of heaven. I lay listening, my ears grasping the compelling chimes, the soft melody which was playing around me and I knew I was hearing that heavenly song.

It was then all of a sudden I heard the most beautiful melody I have ever known, it was as though this dimension had literally opened up and I could hear the sounds of heaven. I heard angelic singing in such a way that it captured my soul as I lay in that spiritual state. Multiple upon multiple voices, all praising the Lord rang out in such a way that my soul literally leaped. If my eyes had been opened, there would be no question I would have seen the glory and splendor of the kingdom of God. This is why I believe God used my ears to be opened up, because my ears could grasp what was happening without contradicting scripture (Exodus 33:20 “But,” he said, “you cannot see my face, for man shall not see me and live.”

I could hear birds singing, a river flowing, angelic voices singing a melody that my soul recognized but my mind could not understand, although my spirit and soul recognized it, yet my human mind did not understand, yet I knew this melody, and it was wonderful to hear for it was soothing to my soul. The sounds of heaven seemed to last for a period of time, then I could sense in my spirit that it was beginning to fade. I then spoke within the vision or dream if I could but write down the words I was hearing, then immediately the eternal curtain began to close. Without warning, the veil was shut and I was back in my bed, weeping as I realized that I was back in this reality, this carnal flesh and not in the presence of the most high.

I wept and wept throughout that night because I had such an experience where my ears, not my eyes, heard the glorious music, praise and worship that was occurring in heaven. Yet a comfort overcome me, a subtle peace gently reminded me that one day I would once again be present to hear those wonderful sounds, but this time I would see them with my own eyes. It reminds me of an old familiar hymn I use to sing as a child in that old Pentecostal church those many years ago growing up:

There is coming a day, when no heartaches shall come
No more clouds in the sky, no more tears to dim the eye
All is peace forever more, on that happy golden shore
What a day, glorious day that will be.

What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see,
And I look upon his face,
The One who saved me by his grace;
When he takes me by the hand,
And leads me through the Promised Land,
What a day, glorious day that will be.
There’ll be no sorrow there, no more burdens to bear,
No more sickness, no more pain, no more parting over there,
But forever I will be with the one who died for me,
What a day, glorious day that will be.

Oh i’ve got a longing, i’m homesick to go
To a land without heartache
No more sorrow or woe
There’s nothing that can hold me, in this world below
I’m homesick for Heaven, i’ve got a longing to go

What a day that will be, when my Jesus I shall see
When I look upon his face The One who saved me by his grace
But when he takes me by the hand
And leads me through the Promised Land
What a day, glorious day that will be.

  1. Jane says:

    Precious Dear Christopher. Very precious.

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