I know not the meaning of integrity.
I serve the demons of iniquity.
I kill the babes of unwilling mothers.
Our very own dear, innocent sisters and brothers.
I eat the bread bought with their blood,
Blind to the terror of the rising flood.
Hardened and deaf to each innocent's plea,
I press on to a destroyer's destiny.
All the while True Love calls to me.
Its own innocent blood dripping from high on a tree.
"Come," it calls,
"And learn of Me.
From death and sin, I can set you free!"
"O sinner! Why do you persecute Me?"
Matthew 9:13; Mark 2:17
"I did not come to call the virtuous, but sinners."
"Unless you repent you will perish..."
"Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you."
"Though a mother forgets her baby at her breast,
or fails to cherish the child of her womb;
the child, I shall never forget.
He/she is branded on the palms of My hands."
"Though your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are as red as crimson,
they shall be like wool."
"Come to Me.....and I will give you rest!"
23rd March 2011