Lord, I am so tired of hearing and writing about all of the sin and rebellion of this world. I have even tried to write something that makes people feel good, and yet You tell me to write about what is coming, so that Your children are prepared.
Son, tell them everything I command you to say, and I know this has been a load to carry, but you must continue to be faithful. For in the coming days My children will say to Me that I hate them because of what they are going through. But My children must learn to trust Me. If they refuse to trust Me then I will not be able to help them. If they go ahead on their own, they will be defeated. They must remember how I have blessed them in everything they have done. How I watched their every step so that they lacked no good thing. I will continue to do so even in this great time of judgment that is coming, as long as they trust in Me.
Son, tell My church, “I know all the things they do, and that they have a reputation for being alive-but they are dead. Wake up! Strengthen what little remains, for even what is left is almost dead. I find that your actions do not meet My requirements. Go back to what you heard and believed at first; hold to it firmly. Repent and turn to Me again. I know that they have little strength, yet when they obey My word and do not deny Me – I will give them an open a door that no one can close. I will protect them in the great time of testing that is coming upon the whole world.”
Tell them that if they stay lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, I will spit them out of My mouth! Those who refuse Me, say, “I am rich. I have everything I want. I don’t need a thing!” They don’t realize that they are wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked. I correct and discipline everyone I love. So they must repent and turn from their indifference. Look! I stand at the door and knock, if they hear Me and open the door, I will come in, and I will share a meal with them as friends.
Lord, You are my God; I earnestly search for You day by day. My soul thirsts for You; my whole body longs for You in this parched and weary land where there is hardly a truthful mention of You. Your unfailing love is better than life itself; how I praise you! Your strong right hand holds me securely.