The sound of heaven comes down to us. The sound of many waters comes the voice of God. There are cries of adoration, as language of every nation rises toward heaven in constant adoration to Him who was slain for our sins. Holy, holy, holy art Thou o Lord. We shall bow down in worship and adoration to You. An angelic energy rises, all the elder, all the saints in heaven, the apostles, the prophets and everyone else comes before the holy throne of God. Silently, through my mind comes the songs of glory. Feeling and thinking how it is to be in heaven, singing along with everyone else there. Our energy comes from Him who made it all. Searching for the heart of Him who has created all things. Dreaming of worlds not seeing by human eyes. But eternally blessed by the thought that one sweet day, we shall be there. Rejoicing, singing, praising our Savior and Lord.