Oh church, that bitter day comes
8/10/24 12:28 PM
Who hath believed our report
Received the morning of 10 Aug 2024
Whoa to you that despise the husband that serves me
Who to the children who hate your fathers. Revolters each one of you.
Lying, stealing, manipulating the truth into a lie.
Treacherous wives with wonton eyes shall get new husbands, fit for them!
Deceitful children of the treacherous wives, shall get new fathers, which will despise them.
My church, you are this treacherous wife to me. You hate those that tell you the truth, your children speak against me and my messengers. Because you hate and despise eating from my table, you will have bitterness as your drink and gall as your favorite beverage.
Oh wives, is it so horrible to live in a house with a man that loves me and cares for you.
Oh Church, is it so horrible to spend time with me. I care for you, but others comfort you!
Look at yourself in the mirror, you prefer the adulterer with a proud look more than me.
You love his deceitful words and have polluted your land bringing forth wild grapes.
Twice dead, you are withered at the roots. You sacrificed your covenant to satisfy your flesh.
Oh church, who are you supposed to marry, have you seen your garment? It is filthy and as you try to clean it, it is destroyed before me and worth nothing. You are naked and know it not!
As you destroy your groom’s heart before me, my lions fill with pain, the birth pangs of a woman as I watch you birth destruction into your unrepentant life.
Young and old, the enemy will lead you away naked and barefoot into destruction. Chains of lust will be your coat and shoes into darkness, where wailing and gnashing of teeth await you.
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