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 
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THE HARLOT CHURCH