By Hope InHim
07/03/17 – Pieces
My country ‘til of Thee shall be no more. Great are its sins. Great are the ashes among whom the dead have fallen. Their tears cry out to Me. The unborn call My Name. I shall redeem them. I shall recover them, and they will live again with Me forever.
Your sins have mortally wounded many. Do you not call on Me? Where are the men who would fight for Me? They fight for thee instead. My nation that once trusted Me is hidden behind a dark veil of deceit and despair.
No more country for Me to love. No more ’tis of Thee. She shall lie in pieces in the end, like a once magnificent puzzle put together by the fathers of old.
Say your goodbyes for soon she shall fall.