Thus says The Lord: What is the high branch of the palm tree to that of the weeping willow?... They know not each other’s place... Each bears seed after its own kind, yet the ground beneath remains unyielding. And without the rain, their leaf fades and their seed flees into the dust, never to rise again. They know nothing of their need, nor are they able to speak, for they are but trees. Therefore, they are cut down as the cedars. They are broken down when calamity overtakes them, washed away by the fierce waters thereof... Who will mourn their passing, or search out their seed, that they might be revived in another place? My people, hear My words and be very sad... Yea, mourn for yourselves... Wail for your neighbors and family, And let your hearts be very heavy Over all these nations and peoples Who have forgotten Me. For the pangs must increase and contract, The bearing down must come quickly, Lest the seed be lost and the child fails to come forth... For if I do not bring it forth, says The Lord, It shall surely die before seeing the light of day... It is time. trumpetcallofgodonline/index.php5?title=Pangs
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 23:44:31 +0000
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