God speaks in all creation. His voice breaks the sound barrier and permeates the atmosphere like spring. Dark shrouds of fear evaporate and give way to uplifting light.
His voice strikes through the wind, pierces hearts and divides the red sea of marrow and joints. His song of salvation sinks into this clay—songs saturated with His spade-shoveling, death-defying, grave-robbing voice.
His voice awakens. He needs no sounds to sing, words to filter comprehension, or noise to trigger sensation. God whispers, shouts, laughs—and who can hear?
His voice manifests—to say, “light,” is light—and this light has never gone out. His Word is everlasting. His life is a never ending song upon the earth.
His word hums in the ground beneath my feet. His harmonies hold all things together. Creation reverberates with the rounded rhythms of the Father. The universe echoes His shouts.
He weaves melodies of imagination, and—with the miracle of an uttered thought—sparks the thunderous sound of manifestation. He speaks with more than words, with more than just the will to create. His voice imparts a majestic inheritance and declares our royal identity.
His voice reveals who I am. Every guttural groan, whisper, or cry uncovers the Father’s connection to my soul and resonates with His divine nature. My voice responds to the supernal sound of God. I sing because He first sang. I speak because He first spoke me into being.
My voice responds to the supernal sound of God. I sing because He first sang. I speak because He first spoke me into being.
His voice sculpts reality, and reality reflects His complexion. My voice is an echoe of that expression. Every time I speak, I evidence the Father’s eternal voice. I may never fully comprehend fully what this means in my lifetime, nevertheless, I dare to believe in its truth.
My voice is an instrument in a heavenly choir, a mosaic of harmony, a synergy of sound. Whatever I bound on earth will have been bound in heaven. Whatever I loose on earth will have been loosed in heaven. I am in the Father, and the Father is in me. The power of life and death is in my tongue.
I speak life, therefore, into my generation. I agree with the voice of the Father’s love crying out for distant sons and daughters to come alive. I, like Ezekiel, speak to the dry bones of my generation, and declare, “Awake, O Sleeper, arise and let the light of Christ shine upon you!”