Henry Wiebe .com
Nine:
one one
The
Telegram
The
message said, “You’re on fire!”
On
fire with lust for more and more.
You
have blest the rich and forgotten the poor
Your
riches are cankered, cursed is your store.
And
now an enemy from across the shore
Has
entered your gates through your own back door.
The
door you opened through lust and greed
Though
I blest you with more than you would ever need.
The
heart of your city, The
Now
lies as a shadow of the idols you made.
It
lies in the rubble of ashes and smoke,
For
when you were warned, you said, “It is a joke.”
Nine
one one at the rising of the
sun
Whoever
imagined that this could be done?
Now
hear, Oh, my people, the words of the wise
The
one I sent to open your eyes
And
reflect on his words again if you dare
Yes,
the prophet I raised and sent to
He
blew the trumpet loud and clear
If
only you had listened, your city I would have
spared.
From
the
Heaven
was the goal they thought they would earn
But
that only comes as a gift from me
I
paid for your entrance at
These
towers you build that reach to the sky
Where
are they now, where do they lie?
And
what will you do on judgment day
When
all towers you build will lie in decay?
In
days of old I raised up a King
I
gave him great wisdom above everything.
Now
from the rubble let us dig some out,
The
words of the Bible, so clearly they shout.
But
very few listen until it is too late
Yet
herein lies the judgment that seals your
fate.
Now
turn to the preacher Ecclesiastes.
Begin
reading at NINE: ONE ONE if you
please
Read
to the end and hear what I say.
Take
heed, it will help you find the Way.
The
swift, the strong, the wise, the rich
Men
of understanding, men of skill
Knew
not the time, but it fell on them still
Wisdom,
I said, is better than strength.
Yet
the words of the wise are much despised.
Since
now you began reading my old fashioned book
Why
not take another good look?
Look
closely and see what was done
When
I emptied heaven and gave my own son
My
prophets have spoken again and again
Regarding
your tower, your idols, your sin,
And
regarding the city who had crowned my son
Crown
him with a thorny crown
And
mock and ridicule him like a clown
Consider
Jeremiah, with heart broken, tears did run
So
dial him in, Jeremiah chapter nine: verse one one.
Now
let us read verses nine and ten
He
promised to visit them for their sin
The
mountains will week with Lamentation
For
they are burned up and become a desolation
Then
in chapter nine, verse eleven, he gives the final
salutation
The
cities are burned without habitation.
I
am Isaiah and have something to say
About
your city of bricks and of clay
Read
Chapter nine, verses eight to fourteen
In
nine: one one you will see what I
mean.
To
whom will you turn when the lights are dim?
Will
you look to yourselves or look to him?
O
listen, my hand is stretched out still
If
only you will turn from your stubborn will
And
humble yourself, again I will fill
Your
land with the blessings you seek by your
skill
The
time is now. It is time to
obey
Why
continue to go your own way?
When
blind lead the blind they fall in the ditch
Whether
bond or free, poor or rich
Bear
with me again if you are not too shook
As
we go to the end of this awesome book
In
Revelation nine, verses one one and one
two
It
speaks of a king whose name in Hebrew is A Bad
Don
One
woe is past, hereafter there are two.
Nothing
from outside defiles a man
What
reaches the heart most certainly can
The
cords of your heart are now stressed and
strained
Because
the great loss has caused much pain
But
the end result could be great gain
If
only you humbly turn back to me.
Henry
Wiebe
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