“Sound judgement over the nations. Sound judgement over yourself. I see your sin. I know your hearts. I see your wickedness. I see your goodness. I see hearts that long for me. I see hearts that despise me. Hearts that say, ‘there is no God.’ I see deeds born of man. I see proud hearts, hearts of evil, hearts of deceit. I, the Lord, pronounce judgement on all. Repent, for the time of the Lord, is at hand.
I have announced my plan to the prophets. I have anointed their words with truth. Truth born of the Spirit of the living God. Have the people listened? Have the people mocked, dismissed, and despised words of warning?
Woe to the man who closes his ears to truth. The time of the Lord is at hand. Things held dear to man are worthless in my sight. Those things will be no more. Economies will crumble. Chaos will abound. Cities will burn. The hearts of man will be lost in their wisdom.
Who can push back the hands of the Lord? Is any man or being capable of this? Many have tried and I have turned them to dust. They returned to the place from whence they came. When will my people see? What correction must I bring? I, the Lord, hold my hand fast over those who call me Lord. My mighty right hand protects them. Even so, why do they not listen? Why do they fail to believe those whom I have sent? Those who endure scorn because of me, because of the task I have given them.
When will my people see the love that I have for them? A love so great that no man, woman, or child can describe. I love so great that he who has seen has no words. Can any man understand a love so great? Can they comprehend a love so wonderful, a love without end? What would an earthly father do if a child strays? Does a loving father bring a hand of correction? Does a loving father let his child stray into a fire, to walk in the path of a snake? How can any man, woman, or child who calls me Lord thinks that I would do such a thing? Does a loving father call his child back from the edge of a cliff, or does he let them go where they want not caring about the path before them, not caring if they live or die? Man will see my correction and call it harsh. They will cry to me. Many will curse me. Many will long for the fangs of the snake, not the words of a loving father, not a hand that longs to hold them or a hand that keeps them from danger.
My heart cries at what my eyes see. Nothings is hidden from the Lord, not the most wicked thoughts. My heart will cry no longer. My heart must act, less I lose those whom I love. My heart longs for the people to listen. I hurt that they fail to hear. I long to hold them. I long to show my love. These things I long for. I am the Lord. Hear and heed my words. The Lord, your God, has spoken.”