AS GIVEN TO HELEN SANDERS
Just as I wept over Jerusalem, I weep over my people that have strayed so far from me. I have bid them to come to that secret place, yet they have resisted and have not. I have called to them and they have failed to answer. I weep over their lack of faith and their rebellion against my word. I am sorrowful for there is much to soon happen that would have required their spending time with me in preparation. Many think they are prepared but they have not been prepared. I weep, I weep, for the hour is at hand that I said would come. The battle has intensified and my children are being scattered left and right like a flock of birds when a shot is fired. Oh that they would have come into that secret place and listened to me. Oh, that they would have made the choice to go all the way with me, but they have not. For they are as the church of Laodicea, neither hot nor cold, and they are being led so easily by the chaos around them. Oh, that they would have listened to me. I weep over them for there is about to be much sorrow and much chaos coming forth that will cause many to fail. I weep for them, I pray that their faith would be strengthened but it will only come when they come into that secret place and spend time with me saith the Lord.