A message

 

Wounds of the wounded are never to heal.  They are spent days, mostly in anguish and lost in translation to their maker. 

You live your life as that of a harlot.  Spreading your legs for all men to view your nakedness.  To have their way with you at every turn.  

You drink strong wine and alcohol to numb the pain of your ways, hoping that the drug of choice will finally bring an end to your regret and sorrows.  

Yet, it does nothing but cause more sadness.  

Your actions are those of a harlot.  One who spends her days enticing the naive and feeble minded, attempting to find joy when there is none to obtain.  

Like a wailing Jackal in the wilderness who has lost her young, your desires are not fulfilled.  

I have set a Standard in the high places.  One on whom you can look and be fulfilled, but instead, you spend your wasted days looking to the fields which cannot fulfill; looking to the weeds which cannot produce fruit.  

Turn to the Lord, the God of Heaven, and He will give you the rest you seek, but your head will not turn, your eye will not move.  

Look to the One who’s mercy and love will never end, but your eye has found another lover and your heart has lost its way. 

You!  The harlot of your people.  You seek to raise children and offspring who will worship God, but in spite of all your work, you only raise up more harlots among your family.  

Your children are harlots of harlotry!  Cursed among the people and left to their own desires.  

They are far worse than you as they have no one to guide them for the blind guides which I have not sent, lead them down the wide road of destruction.  

Their mouth is filled with indecency.  They are not chaste.  They have not learned righteousness or how to be holy as I AM.  

They stretch out their hands to the wicked and beg for unrighteousness.  Their plea to those who can never bring justice is futile.  

The wickedness of their hearts is against Me, says the Lord of Heaven and Earth.  

How would you want me to answer you?  How would you desire that I set you free from this bondage?  

Have I not provided a way in which to release you?  Have I not been open and truthful about My plans and purposes?  

I gave you a key to freedom and what did you do?  How did you react?  

I provide a way of escape and what was your decision?

You blame Me for your faults and your lack of fair judgement, but am I not the one who is innocent in this matter?  Haven’t I answered you in the past and given you freedom?  

Yet, you rejected My free gift. You spit in My face. You mocked Me.  I set you free and you cursed Me.  

You did not want My abundance.  You did not want Me to be your savior.  

Because of your pride and arrogance, you looked to the stars to save you.  You looked to men, who cannot save, because they have muscles and pretty eyes, a flashy smile.  

Have I not told you that this life is not for the swift of foot, nor is it for the strong or self-willed?  Have I not informed you that horses and chariots will never save you in a time of battle?  

Many days have gone by and My patience is wearing thin with this obstinate people.  

I will not contend with you forever.

You have prostituted yourself to other gods which are not gods at all, and your children have followed in your footsteps.  They too have become harlots just as their parents before them, yet they are worse.

How should I deal with your disobedience?  Should I not judge you with righteous judgement?  

Should I, the Lord of all creation, not have the right to lift My hand against you for your disobedience?  

Tell Me.  

State your case that it may fall on My ears so I can hear your rationale.  

If I did not let My people, Israel, go free from their iniquity which they committed against Me, then why should I let you go free?  

The days are coming, declares the Lord of hosts, that I will judge the whole earth for its deeds.  The great and small will stand before the judgement seat of My calling and I will either be their end, or I will be their life.

Choose wisely, oh sheep.  

Make haste to wash yourselves in the pool of my radiance, for I can make you clean.  I can wash away every stain from your soul.  

Your name will be changed to a righteous name if you would only look to me and turn from your wickedness.  

I Am the Lord.  The Son of the Living God.  The One who is and who is to come.  

My name is Holy.  

Be holy, for I Am Holy!

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