November 20 2010
Woe to you wicked and perverse generation that needs a sign!
They are all about,
yet you cannot see.
You have been blinded in your indulgence;
In your gluttony you don't see your own vomit;
You are satiated by lusts of every kind;
Your children have been left naked to roam the street;
Your sons and daughters have been carried away
deluded by the idols you presented them,
an atonement in their blood
purchased for them in your haste
to serve your own deceptions.
You have fallen far;
Yet you think you stand;
How is it that you stand and I see only sand?
Make your case before Me that I may be instructed!
Even now, in your heart, you search for an anchor;
It will drag you to the depths;
Reach up to Me, and I will deliver you!
Reach up to a man, and I will cut off his arm;
Your hope will be lost;
His shame will be great
even unto his children.
You have put your hope in your understanding;
In men of stature;
In kings and princes;
In idolatry you find solace;
In the council of the detestable
you find strength,
But it is a delusion;
There is no life in it;
It does not breathe;
It does not speak;
It does not hear;
Yet you consult it as if it were an oracle;
Will it save you in the day of trouble?
Follow ME!