This morning I heard a melodious Hallelujah song, it’s a season of Divine presence, it’s a season of victory over struggle, it’s a season of answered prayers and a call to rejoice in God’s Supreme Sovereignty.
This song is for you, Bambi. I saw you standing as the song resonates over you from Heaven.
Season of tears is over, it’s a season the Angels will gather all around you and rejoice.
I can feel the breeze of Hallelujah, forget your worries and whatever that troubles you, it’s a season of Hosanna.
In the day the angels shall gather to sing you a song, at night they will hold you in their arms and sing you Heavenly lullabies.
I can hear it, it’s here, a season every light shall be separated from darkness. I can hear it, it’s a season where your tears will metaphorically turn into laughter.
Look at those angels hovering over you, Bambi, with instruments of praise; they are about to celebrate you. Get ready to make those beautiful dance moves of yours.
Can’t you see them, the angels of victory are here, je les vois, je les crois, et je souris.
As they sing, let every darkness give way, as they sing on, I command every sick-limping black fowl tormenting your existence to give way.
– Kanayo Ebuka
