‘Pride’s Consumption’ (Yeshuah)

Pride’s Consumption (Yeshuah)…’I was this person, the leader, then trouble loomed, they all scattered, then they divided Me†, chose the parts of Me†, that fit their scheme, ‒all to mock Me†—Words of Jesus the Christ, Yeshuah

Pride's Consumption (Yeshuah)

they back off
they push forward
eagerness to rape with words
on things they
never heard

they sit in collections
of people
whom they want favor
‒to be looked upon
in high regard
a social standing
popular
to be accepted

they'll do anything
to avoid feeling shame
it doesn't matter
what part of the world
you are in
they are all the same
these little feathered birds

they don't…at all…notice
the pain they cause
laughing and merrying
‒the life of the party
without a thought
of the neglected

I† was this person
the leader
then trouble loomed
they all scattered
then they divided Me†
chose the parts of Me†
that fit their scheme
‒all to mock Me†

then they divided Me† more
killing Me† over and over
instead of celebrating My† life
they mourn and wail
they do ceremonies
and light candles
they are quiet
as if I'm† all about death
and can't be disturbed

look at them all!
one part denies
I† ever lived
that they ever killed Me†
another part denies
they were the tools
that nailed Me† to the cross

instead…they use My† death
for high places
at dressed dinner tables
wearing fancy robes
standing on lofts
waving at crowds
they won't even touch

I† died once for all
that is enough
all that My† Father† required

it is I†
why do you keep putting
Me† on a cross
why decorate buildings
with idols
and mourn My† life
over and over

don't you know
I'm† not dead
don't you know
My† Father† reigns over
the living
and not the dead

why do you patronize Him†
with your traditions

I've† divided you
all sides are divided
for mere pride
for how you are accepted
at the dinner party

but I† tell you this
it's not the dinner party
on earth
for which you should be
concerned

it is the banquet
prepared for the groom
that awaits your attendance

if there are more important
things to do
than to accept My† invitation
then it will be easy
to throw you out
once it's time
to knock on the door

it is I†, Yeshuah†
the knock‒
it will come
your body will die
your soul will stand
before Me†

whatever race
whatever culture
whatever language
whatever life lived
whatever you believe

I† am
as you are

I† am the head
you are the vine

if you have ears
hear plainly
before there's no more
hearing to hear

Notes: The screenshot is from October 8, 2019: Oil Spill Warning. David pointed out a being in my hair. Though the people deny, it still is. Sad there is so much unbelief, so many lost. If only they’d try.

(April 11, 2022)—Yeshuah said in order to save your life, first you have to lose it. If you haven’t yet been humbled, you will. If you’ve suffered the trials of God’s test and you still have malice on your tongue, evil in your heart, you are not His. You chose a different gate. No one is to blame but you. Pride is a nasty being who’s job is a hard one to overcome. It’s sly, slick and can easily consume any in its path.

Job 3:1-16…If you’ve felt this, if you’ve suffered this deep and you rose, be careful not to fall again. Pride knows how to break your concentration on the Lord, it is its job. It will do it. It will keep doing it until you start to recognize its tricks. It is a choice. And yours alone.

Job Curses BirthAfter this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. He said: ‘May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is born!’ That day—may it turn to darkness; may God above not care about it; may no light shine upon it. May darkness and deep shadow claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; may blackness overwhelm its light. That night—may thick darkness seize it; may it not be included among the days of the year nor be entered in any of the months. May the night be barren; may no shout of joy be heard in it. May those who curse days curse the day, those who are ready to rouse Leviathan. May its morning stars become dark; may it wait for daylight in vain and not see the first rays of dawn, for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide trouble from my eyes. Why did I not perish at birth, and die as I came from the womb? Why were there knees to receive me and breasts that I might be nursed? For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves places now lying in ruins, with rulers who had gold, who filled their houses with silver. Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child, like an infant who never saw the light of day? There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest. Captives also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver’s shout. The small and the great are there, and the slave is freed from his master. Why is light given to those in misery, and life to the bitter of soul, to those who long for death that does not come, who search for it more than for hidden treasure, who are filled will gladness and rejoice when they reach the grave? Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in? For sighing comes to me instead of food; my groans pour out like water. What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me. I have no peace, no quietness; I have no rest, but only turmoil.’—Job 3:1-26 (Job is speaking.)

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