I call out to you, in page after page, by the pen of My prophets… Yet you will not listen. Even you churches of men, arrogant assemblies, blind guides, you will in no wise hear Me, nor are you able. Bitter children, amiss in your dealings with Me, I love you!… Yet you refuse Me still, for your own way. Peoples of this world, and all pastors and teachers, and leaders among men, YOU are forsaken… Given up to the fire, the fires of My correction, the harsh discipline of The Father.

I LOVE YOU!…
Yet you have not known Me, neither do I see of Myself in you…
Our hearts torn.

I see your hearts… I see, beloved, I see. I have searched, and have not found even one tittle of that which is of Me. Cry out, therefore! Call out to your Savior!… Call upon your Maker, in My name! Die to yourselves, forsake this world, and run to Me through the fire… And I shall abide with you, in the heat of its burning, until that which must be done is finished and you emerge purified. Humble yourselves, cast yourselves down! I am your own Father!… I love you!… Yet you have departed from Me, wasting your inheritance in a world which now hates you… The world, which you have loved more than Me, even yourselves.
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