Because my people run to Egypt when problems arise, to wisdom not born of me, there is no stability. Everything will be shaken. Your hands still hold tightly onto things that are not important. Everything will be shaken and you will be shaken with it; because you do not acknowledge my help in your past history, how I saved you from war and famine, and you say in your heart "I will go after my lovers who give me food and drink", I will block your path with thorn bushes. I will wall you in so you cannot find your way. You will chase after your lovers but not catch them... your pursuers will be swift.
I will allure into the desert and speak tenderly to her. I see the wound that was never healed. I see that you were crushed. I see that you despair.
How I have longed to embrace you. If you would let me hug you it would melt away all the pain.
I was crushed for your iniquity.
I will not break a bruised reed or put out a smouldering wick. Once again the flame can burn brightly in this land.
Do not hide your pain from me. They lie about me. I long to help you.
I see the heart, and I see how people use a blunt tool to deal with such a sensitive wound. I see how you long to get up when up and down this land they cry 'arise'. But I know how that sounds to you and how afraid you are. I know that you have learning disabilities and that those are the consequence of years and generations of torment. But there is a way.
King David said in psalm 139... "if I made my bed in the depths you are there".
I have heard your cries.
Daniel Chuter
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