Blood Pours Down... My people, let it be known to you: I take no pleasure at all in what I must do, in what must be done... NO PLEASURE AT ALL! Says The Lord... As My hand draws back, blood pours down. As I strike the earth in My anger, My tears run down. As famine spreads forth across the land, My heart is rent inside Me over the hardness of men’s hearts! As My face fills with the heat of My fury, My eyes are set ablaze with fire, over that which I see!... My tears run down, My blood pours down. As My own servants turn from Me and run... As My own beloved, whom I have called sons and daughters, Turn and fight against Me... As My own body betrays Me... My blood pours down, My tears run down. As the nations come together, and bind My hands and My feet, My tears run down. As they bruise Me and spit in My eyes, while mocking Me, My tears run down. As they pierce My side, My blood and tears run down together! As My own people drive in the nails still, I am risen up from My place with My arms spread apart, waiting to receive them... My blood runs down, the tears run down. OH MY PEOPLE!... WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?! Hard generation! Sleeping children! Even My own fall asleep, unable to watch with Me for one hour... Their hearts hardened, unwilling to weep with Me in this last hour... Do you not understand My sorrows, little flock?... They refuse to be healed! Therefore I must destroy them! My blood runs down, and they refuse it! My tears fall like rain upon the nations, yet they will not lift their head, nor do they hold out their tongue to drink it!... Where have all My children gone?! They choose death!... They choose death!... And at the last day, they shall surely receive it!... trumpetcallofgodonline.com