Dec
15
2010
Judgment Must Begin at the House of the Lord
As written by Our Mother
Father God, is there some place on your holy mountain, where I can come and drink from the fountain?Where I can eat of the bread of life and your people aren’t filled with jealousy and strife.Where people come together in the unity of your spirit. In one accord.Where the voice of man doesn’t prevail over the voice of our Lord.Precious Jesus help me draw near, don’t let me be the one with an itching ear.No compromise of your word will I receive.It is you Lord, not man I desire to please.You promised me if the name of Jesus be lifted up joy would overflow my cup.Something is missing, something is wrong; could it be there is no love behind our song?Don’t we remember, don’t we know? For Jesus to be exalted we must first be brought low.If it is our ego, our talent, we seek to esteem our hearts aren’t pure, they’re not clean.We put ourselves before our sister and brother when you said esteem each one higher than the other.We gather together but the guest of honor’s not there, we were just too busy to join our hearts in prayer.The foundation for worship we so grossly neglect.The one in position in bright apparel we respect.Are we bold to speak the word without fear or is the tradition of men, the rudiments of the world what tae hold dear?Are we so vainly puffed up by our fleshly mind that we don’t see still with us that old self we were to leave behind?A church without blemish without spot. The time draws nigh Jesus will come for us ready or not.Prove all things, hold fast that which is good, are we worshipping Him the way that we should?If spirits so heavily hover that aren’t to be invited in, what yoke are we wearing? Are we in bondage again?These questions I raise I ask of myself as I ask them of you.God doesn’t stutter, His word still stands true.He is the same like he was before.His children just don’t study His word anymore.If honor comes from the mouth and not from the heart when we fellowship He won’t take part.So we assemble together, His saints, if you please, desiring sweet words our conscience to ease.Our teaching and preaching Christ’ example we must follow or be it no wonder our worship is hollow! How is it brethren?When you come together every one of you hath a psalm, hath a doctrine, hath a tongue, hath a revelation, hath an interpretation.When these things happen there’s a big celebration!The Holy Ghost comes in but He’s only passing through!Because He found apathy, pride and deceit sitting on the pew.Rhema! God’s word made alive when spoken.That’s what will cause our chains to be broken.These views and words they’re all scripture; the body of Christ, you and I, painted this picture.Say, you’re offended, you don’t like this view? That won’t change it, it’s all very true.These statues and precepts they are not my choice, I’m just one of His sheep and I hear His voice.God’s people receiving His word mixed with faith; in our hearts and lives changes will take place.When we are no longer content going to church and leaving the same. God’s truth His people will proclaim.It will be like a fire burning in our bones, never allowing our praises to come forth from stones.The day is far spent, we’re into the night. What can we do to make all this right? How do we escape our pending destruction?Our Father gave us instruction. Such a prize set before us at the end of our race.Walk holy my children or you won’t see my face!
—Cheeta Robinson
