Oh God how Thou dost weep!!
How thou dost weep because sinners mock and jeer Thee.
How thou dost weep because the slander of many and wickedness prevails in the world as we know it.
How thou dost weep because thou dost have such patience and longsuffering toward thine own creatures, every one, yet they hate Thy Son.
How thou dost weep because even thine very own people deny Thee.
How thou dost weep because truth falls in the streets, good is spoken evil of and evil is well spoken of.
How thou dost weep due to the great tribulation to come upon billions of souls who continue in their justified sin.
How thou dost weep for the deaf and the dumb that want not to be healed though Thou dost reach Thy hand out to them day and night they forget thee altogether.
How thou dost weep for thy desire to bring the Kingdom of Heaven upon the earth, yet thy sheep hear not thy voice nor believe thy voice.
Oh how dost Thou weep, blessed Saviour, at the sight of the Pharisees traveling land and sea just to make one convert who will be a two fold son of hell, oh woe to the Pharisees.
How thou dost weep because of the abominations of the foolish woman, loving every idolatrous glance at the world, loving to sit at her doorstep to see every blind man walking by, seeking to make a piece of bread out of them.
How Thou dost weep, Oh Christ, to see the world thou didst make and hold up by Thy true Word, full of wickedness.
How thou dost desire to bring every man to repentance, but how Thou dost weep that men hate repentance and refuse thy goodness which would lead them there.
How thou dost weep, Lord Jesus, to see the lion who prowls about and consumes many a soul through the pleasures of sin for a season.
How thou dost weep, Beloved Jesus, to see thy very own elect buffeted by the devil, tempted and overtaken by sin which hardens and leads them where Thou dost not desire them to go.
How thou dost weep for the daughters of the righteous when Haman falls upon their bed, how thy anger dost burn in jealousy for thy bride to be pure and separate.
How thou dost weep for Thy bride to be spotless, blameless, pure, harmless, without wrinkle on that Day.
How thou dost weep seeing the billions of deceived souls as their footsteps head for hell, yet they know it not.
How thou dost weep and burn with anger beholding the false prophets pervading and invading the earth speaking peace, peace when there is none at all.
How thou dost weep to see division, strife, envy, genealogies and debates in place of judgment, true righteousness, reproof, law, mercy and faith.
How thou dost weep with compassion upon the souls thou dost desire would be born again, how thou dost bring circumstance to break them, and shake them all to bring them under thy wing, but they would not.
How thou dost weep, Lord, to see men build with untempered mortar, while thou dost forbid it and plead with them.
How thou dost weep to see no man doing judgment, nor walking in righteousness and holiness.
How thou dost weep to behold thy people, called by thy Name, forbear to do judgment in their midst; which thou dost see will lead to a sure and slow death of souls within and without.
How thou dost weep and plead with souls through earthen vessels, desiring them to see Thy Son which thy did kill, yet they will not see.
How thou dost weep to behold the rage and confidence of the false professing souls, while thy truly converted people wax faint in fighting, taking their lease.
How thou dost weep to see thy backslidden children hardened in sin, oh to see them come back to their first love, to obtain eye salve and be rid of lukewarmness lest they be condemned.
How thou dost weep to see wives trample upon their husbands, if not in deed in heart, husbands hating and growing bitter against their wives; refusing thy ways.
How thou dost weep to see souls hate the foolish ways of Christ, as they despise true wisdom from above rather desiring to be wise in their own eyes, clinging to carnal fleshly devilish-wise ways; all under the guise of thy very own Name, but ends in eternal death.
How thou dost weep as men “trust” upon thy sovereignty in such a way as to subtly believe that in time all men will come around and make it to heaven, rather than believing thy judgments resting upon the heads of the wicked, believing what thy Word declares and interceeding in desperation as Moses, for reconciliation of sinful souls to a righteous indignant holy God who respects no man‘s person.
How thou dost weep to behold men refusing to do judgment upon the souls around them, upon their own closest kin, for the sake of “peace”, which will be no peace at all on that Day when those souls perish. Oh have mercy, Lord!
How thou dost weep when men cover their sins, confessing and forsaking them not, thinking contrary to thy holy Word; that they will find mercy, when thou dost solemnly say they shall not prosper, they shall not find any mercy, but rather a fearful looking to the day of judgment.
How thou dost weep to see men love vanity and seek after leasing.
How thou dost weep, Righteous Lord, to see the wicked rise up against the righteous, that love evil more than good, and lying rather than to speak righteousness, that love all devouring words, deceitful tongues.
How thou dost weep to behold those who shoot at the perfect in secret, without fear, speaking without knowledge, they search out iniquities, they accomplish a diligent search as they regard iniquity in their heart.
How thou dost weep to see corrupt trees which bring forth rancid rotten fruit speak foolishly, saying, “we be not a corrupt tree, but a good tree, bearing good fruit;” as their stench rises up to thy nostrils.
How thou dost weep over the generation that are pure in their own eyes and yet is not washed from their filthiness.
How thou dost weep over those searching the Scriptures thinking that in them they have eternal life, yet will not come to Thee to have life.
How thou dost weep when thou dost desire to do mighty works but cannot due to unbelief, oh how you would do great works, but oh how grieving it is to see thy people and the lost, hinder thy hand by pervading unbelief and compromise.
How thou dost weep when men will receive good but not evil from Thy ever-loving hand, when Thou canst not find a just man as Job was who will not charge Thee foolishly, oh how high-minded is our generation! Have mercy, Lord!
How thou dost weep to see the clay rise up against the Potter time after time, oh that the clay would submit to the Potter as he has no will of his own to claim, but oh how he thinks himself to have such a thing as this.
How thou dost weep to see the masses taking thy Name in vain, coveting everyday rather than finding contentment in Thee alone, making idols of gold and silver as men set their heart upon it, remembering not the Sabbath; for Thou art the Sabbath and how we forget you so easily.
How thou dost weep to behold those who rise up early, following strong drink, continuing until night until the wine inflame them.
How thou dost weep having gone through what no man has, or ever will go through, yet despised the shame, to make for Thyself a Bride, thy bride be given to spiritual harlotry.
How thou dost weep to behold thy people gone into captivity, because they have no knowledge, thy people being destroyed for lack of knowledge, to see hell enlargen herself and open without measure to swallow up their glory, their multitude, their pomp and rejoicing.
How thou dost weep, oh that men will not submit to thy sovereignty, that thou canst create vessels as thou dost desire, as seems good to thee, to be one to honour and one to dishonour, one fit for destruction and one for eternal life, to glorify thyself.
How thou didst weep, Lord Jesus, what burdens bowed thy head, our load was laid on thee, Thou stoodest in the sinners stead to bear all ill for me, a victim led, thy blood was shed, now there’s no load for me.
How thou didst weep, Jehovah bade his sword awake, O Christ it woke against thee; thy blood the flaming blade must slake, thy heart it’s sheath must be, all for my sake, my peace to make, now sleeps that sword for me.
How thou dost weep for Thy Father to be glorified, oh Lord, get all the glory!
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