The rocks cry out as they worship Him, but mourn so deeply when they think of men.
The trees, set ablaze, know the suffering they’ll face, but will rise up again; a testimony of grace.
The sea roars loudly of His mighty splendor, but cannot hold back as His children slumber.
“Can they hear the cry of the hungry orphan? Have they seen the tear of the widow flow?”, shouted the earth, the trees, and oceans below.
“Have you tasted death, so many have suffered? Have you witnessed lost souls searching, wandering, left nothing?
Injustice! Injustice! The KEY, they have hidden! Let your children rise up, and your salvation be given!
Many have fallen, but few have risen. Many have suffered, but few have entered!
So many children have fallen asleep, not bathing in the everlasting love He sings.
They do not walk in true spiritual things, but by their own strength, in flesh, have lost the way.
Oh Church! Oh Bride! When will you be? Have you prepared the oil, remaining holy and seen?
Rise up, oh Bride, prepare your oil! For the time is coming, and the end will be!”
God placed this on my heart this morning: A New Song... When Rocks Cry Out.
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