July 11, 2006: Tuesday
When we arrived at the gazebo, the angels began dancing and playing tambourines. They were also singing. It was very joyous. I told Albert that I wished I could record their music. In the past I had been able to get down on paper their lyrics, but I have never been able to catch their music.
When they finished, I sang to the Lord a prophetic song in tongues. As the song came to an end, one of the angels stepped forward and sang that exact song – only an octave higher.
When he finished the song, a bowl was handed to him and labeled by another angel, and he shot upward with the prayer and praise I had just sung.
With my mind, I do not understand why he sang the song, but my heart understands and is grateful.
