Oh! Sorrowful Heart!
I felt a fragment
of His† heart
–barely a fragment
the sorrow buried deep–
I can't even start
He† looks east
He† looks west
–there is no one
I beg for Him†–
'look some more'
He† says:
'it's no use
they are too proud
even with the given tools
they conceal‒
what they're told
–they fear the crowd'
He† bows His† head
–shows me all those dead
He† wishes they'd understand
to whom they are wed
but they refuse to listen
as did their forefathers
–the law of love
they easily shed
so their egos‒
can get fed
as to me–
each time He† speaks
more silver...in sneaks
of more and more truth‒
wisdom....
He† gives me a peek
–clearly...the why–
I see
‒then not–
all lost at sea
'do your part'
He† tells me
'it'll be okay'
He† reassures me
but my heart
feels the sorrow
time can no longer–
be borrowed
the harvest...soon–
to be sorted
the good from the bad
what will live
what will be burned
the judgment is spewing
a peach that won't survive
yet the target will die
before he finishes the job
a people up in roar
no longer able to soar
all across the earth
sticks and bricks–
equal the same
a spilled sorrowful heart
plants itself in every town
plants itself–
against every nation
oh! sorrowful, mourning heart
taking the children–
for its own
for it found no home
‒all sacred, holy love
disappeared‒
in trye's blood-soaked flood
'prophesy against them'
says the almighty Lord†
–all I want to do is pray
He† says:
'it's too late‒
they live in sedate'
so I cry–
I feel His† sorrowful heart
a tiny, tiny piece of it
He† bows His† head
as I close my eyes
see...all those dead
all those who forgot
to whom–
they were wed
Note: The photograph that accompany’s this work was taken November 9, 2019, Certainty of Visions. It may seem a random shot of my hair, but it isn’t. The V was put there and not by me. It symbolizes Vengeance. To further state His, that would be God, message, on November 11, 2019, He sent us the Avenging Angel, which He not only points out with the green Orb but also by putting an arrow in the sky to be sure that I see it and point it out to you. This isn’t a joke. This is as real as it gets. People from all around the world will start getting messages. Pay attention.
As always, the bold italic in the work is the words of God. He directed me to Jeremiah last night and the line that He wanted me to see: ‘because there is no one who cares’. You think He isn’t here for some reason. You think He isn’t paying attention. He is always paying attention.
Share this:
