From The Watchtower

3rd November 2017

I will humble myself before you, Father,
I give you praise, glory and honour.
Thank you Lord for all your blessings,
May you forgive our sins Lord,
That our nation may be raised up as a blessing to the Nations.

The pastors and priests, they do not see,
Blind guides, they do not hear.
For have I not said,
Help the widow, the poor, the oppressed?
This is what I desire.

They gather in their assemblies,
“Give, give,” they say from the pulpit,
And you collect your wealth from such as these.
Instead of helping you take.
Your eyes are never satisfied,
“More, more,” forever more.
You ask and build your own kingdoms.

Even you, you grasp at wealth.
Paster and priest alike.
Do you not see and can you not hear,
The cries of those in your congregations that need help.

You surround yourselves with those that always agree,
And you walk about the earth saying in your heart,
“Am I not great? Surely the Lord has blessed me?”
Your companions are guests,
“Give, give,”
And they too are greedy for gain and plunder my people.

You hypocrites,
Humble yourselves and turn back to me,
I seek those who humble themselves and shepherd my flocks,
Those who care and love my people,
And who serve me with all their hearts.


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