Chile

How do I love you, let me count the ways. I love your multitudes from many. I love your faces. I love your length, from hot to cold. I love your slender form, mountains and sea. Now, let me tell you that you are about to fall to the ground. The harvest time is well spent, and still you await the suitor from heaven. Will you miss your time of visitation? Will you not don your finery furnished by heaven and be washed? How long will you dally, tarry, demure, and be coy. I will tell you, had you known the price paid for you, and the state you are in, you would have repented in the dust long before now. Will you be a goat, content to prowl the mountain you take pride in? Look about now, for I provide eye salve to see clearly. Words fail to describe the height from where you will fall, and that will be devastating to the uttermost. Fall on the rock quickly, for the rock will fall whether you are prepared or not.

About Kent DaVault

Believer, husband, father, grandfather, professor, voice to the nations. This blog is for comfort, exhortation, and edification. These are the attributes of general prophecy in I Corinthians 14 from The Bible. The entries are first person point of view from God as He prompts me what He would like to say. These entries are not scripture, I am not God, and all entries must be held to the light of scripture. I am human and therefore fallible. If any entries are not biblically sound, I welcome feedback... May you be richly blessed of God.
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