Truth

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Who has known that the Day of the Lord, the Great Day of Judgment comes in the anointed servant of God who comes without warning or fanfare or observation? Who has known that he not only comes as a thief but abides and performs as one and leaves the households he has visited with their due judgments while most are totally unaware until it is much after the fact?

 

I am Truth.

I judge all things,

And all things come before Me,

Creatures great and small,

Young and old,

Foolish and wise.

I ever preside,

Here and now.

All is under My scrutiny;

I am the great white throne;

I am that I am.

 

All are haled before Me;

All are tried,

All are made manifest,

All are sentenced,

All are recompensed

According to the thought of their hearts,

The words of their lips,

The works of their hands.

No man is exempt,

Even for a moment.

 

I judge the saint;

I judge the heathen;

I punish the evildoer

And reward the righteous,

Right where they stand.

None can escape Me;

Whether it be My wrath

Or My reward,

They receive their just dues.

 

The fool despises Me,

Is blind to My presence,

Ignorant of My power,

Scornful of My law;

He perishes.

 

The wise love Me

And honor Me

And are blessed,

Prospering in all things.

 

Lethbridge, Alta., March 1986

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