HEARTLESS
 
 

She breaks My Heart
The brazen harlot church
She abides in her own desires
and speaks from her soul of angst
She will never find her home in Me
because she remains 
HEARTLESS

She speaks of helping the poor
and feeding the masses
She welcomes those who speak not truth
She talks much and wags her tongue
but her action is lacking
When she does act
it is to gain glory for herself

She’s cold to the touch
and unresponsive to this God’s Heart
I loathe her form, her words, her mannerisms
for you see
she is a mockery of all that I am
She is death waiting to take hold
She is an unanswered plea
She fails to hear My Voice
She writhes beneath Satan’s rule
but speaks My Name
as if she knows Me

You will know her, My friends
by her lack
lack of power
lack of love
lack of compassion
lack of truth
lack of direction
lack of My Presence

Send her away, you say?
Perhaps, another day
but for now, she plays her part
drawing all those who will not truly follow Me
directly beneath her bosom
to drink of her poisonous ways
to cause My True Church
My Counterpart
My Bride
to rebel against all that is false
to gain her Authority in My Kingdom
to present herself 
to Me
PURE AND WHITE
MY VERY OWN DELIGHT

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   THE HARLOT CHURCH