Oh Philippines, a flower, a flower made in the salty waters, the only beauty in all the sea’s. A water Lilly has He made you, like no other. He has made you that your leaves spread over the water’s and how white has He made them, how shiny, shiny like silk, glittering in the morning sun like silver and of orange reflection in the sunset. Your blossom He has made in perfection to attract all the nations around you, to come to see, to enjoy, to buy and to leave their blessings behind, that you may be fertilized in your growth. He has made you a blooming boundary between the east and the west, that every traveler wants to rest on his journey and drink from your nectar and be in sweet dreams from your flowers poll. He has made you a sweet fragrance.
But my bones are aching in the morning, my body pains, my eyes are read and full of tears from the nights of lamenting and pleading for you before the Lord. What have you become, what is coming out of you, how have you polluted and changed the beauty and the fragrance. The stink of your polluted silver and gold, of silver and brass, and of stones and plastic comes out of your blossom.
How pleasant were you unto the Lord God almighty, your creator, but you breaded the caterpillar that cannot come into a metamorphosis to become a butterfly to fertilize the nations with the goodness of our God, whose loving kindness endures and who is slow to anger. Your caterpillar stays a not to be satisfied hungry devourer of your leaves and his stains and feces make your leaves brown and black and stinking. The stench out of your blossom is like acid in the nose of the Lord.
I can see the yellow lice’s flying over you who will populate your land, lice’s in numbers not to be counted, lice’s so many that one of you will be put down by a thousand.
Oh you flower of the sea’s what have you done, why have you gone into false god’s, why do you kindle the fierce fire of anger of the Lord. Why do you abuse Him, why do you mock Him?
He has bended my knees and make my back bowing for you, He has send me out to collect all your sins to collect and to bring before Him, that I may lay under this weight and lament and cry for you, that I repent for your transgression, for your abomination’s, for your murders, and crimes. You oppress the children and use them for your lusts, oh people what have you become. A people so beautiful made, with a kind heart, how have you corrupted your being and your purpose.
What will become of you, how long do you think you can mock God, how long do you think He will sit still and watch? How long do you think you will be allowed to corrupt the land and to corrupt the people with your graven images and false gods? Your worship temples are synagogues of satan, he is your god. But your creator the true God you don’t want.
What will become of you, my heart is bleeding for what is before you, if there was a true worship, if there was a true repenting, if there was a true turning back, if there was a true sorrow in your hearts, if there was true unity in your synagogues, if you could come in one before the thrown of God and repent and turn from all your abominations.
A land so blessed and fruitful but a people so polluted with idols, how will it be with you?
My knees are wounded from lamenting for you; my throat is aching from pleading for you before my God. When I look at your children in the street at night I cry, when I see the young prostitutes waiting for their pray it hurts as if it is a needle pushed into my heart, when I see the beggar looking for food in the dust been my stomach turns around and when I see the temples of satan filled with gold and silver and expensive wood and the bowing down to idols I want to vomit.
When will you realize that the God of heavens and earth and the universe is full of love for you, but you kindled his anger? He will do what he had done to his people before to you but you say you are in safety; your prophets prophesy blessings and good times ahead. Do you not have eyes, do you not have ears, and do you not have the ability to read? The preacher’s of the truth are rejected, but those of lie are welcome, because they are so pleasant to you. The truth is etching in your ears, but how much will it hurt you when the Lord of lord’s and King of king’s say’s it is enough I have called you to be my shining flower, but you offend me as you have become a oil leak in a ship polluting the sea and the shores, killing the good which is in it.
When will you wake up, when will come in unity with me and repent and cry out in your nation that there is a God a true God a God of salvation, a God of eternity, a God of mercy and peace and love and grace.
I became a prisoner in these islands and cannot escape, if I try I would feel his anger on me because He sends me to you that you might return in truth to Him and teach and preach what is good in his ears and sight. Why do I hurt myself, why do I take your sins and repent for you day by day and every day a new and no one wants to listen? No one sees the urgency, everyone say’s who is this to tell us, everyone rejects it and persecutes me apart from a few, the little remnant. I call for prayers not for your money, your gold and silver. Why is it an offence to you Filipinos to be told to repent for your nation and go back in unity in truth as it was in the years of the apostles? This is what the Lord wants from you, a pure nation, a nation of truth to send you out and teach the truth as an example He wants you but you reject. He sends a foreigner to you to open your eyes; because your own people you do not hear and now even the stranger you don’t want to listen. How will it be with you? When you are eaten up, you sink down into the sea and will be no more.
I am calling you the remnant of Christ, come together and lament for your nation, come together to repent for your nation, come together to fight the spiritual battle for your nation, come together to revive this rotten church system and the dirty coats shall be cleansed to white garments of righteousness, pleasant to our Lord and his love.
He wants to pour out his blessings but you close heavens with your sins against Him. When will you see? When will you hear? When will you act the right acts, when will you destroy your false god’s, when will you soften your hearts and remove lies out of your midst, when will you become people of the most high God and live in holiness?
How long shall I cry for you? Can you not cry for yourself?
The remnant is hard to call together; I will go in the corners of the streets and call the babes and what if they learned all the heart hardness from you people? Shall I shake of your dust from my clothes and shoes and report to my Lord that I was willing and obedient and called even the babes, but they do not want to listen, they do not want to turn away from their abominations, they do not want a living God?
I only came to call you to unity in prayer, why do you reject to be rescued by your own supplication?
What benefit I do have from it by hurting myself for your people’s sin?
What benefit do I have to be as a prisoner on your islands?
What benefit do I have to be in your worst city?
Tell me!
A sign from God you ask daily, a sign He has send to you but it is an offence in your eyes! How poor are you and how am I filled with sorrows for you!
Repent and turn to God so that sadness turns into joy and we rejoice together as children of God and we shall all be called, the blessed of the Lord!