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Preying In the Temple

Woe be to the shepherds of Israel that do feed themselves, the Ones who cannot understand, for everyone for his own gain Looks to his own way from his quarter. Should not the Vested feed the flocks? Yet, they kill them that are fed and Eat the fat. They clothe themselves with the wool, while the Sheep are naked and hungry. These prophets make God’s people err. They bite. They cry, peace; and he that putteth not into their mouths Is victimized by ravening, for they do plunder and can Never have enough as greedy dogs; they are all ignorant, They are all dumb dogs, they cannot bark; Sleeping, lying down, and loving to slumber they have not Healed the sick neither have they strengthened the diseased. With Effontery they have not bound up the broken, and their Edifice is fallen for they have not brought again those driven away. These Pharisees have not sought the lost, but ruling with force and cruelty have Scattered the sheep because there is no real shepherd. They have behaved themselves as an hireling, who Careth not for the sheep and fleeth the face of danger and Leaveth the sheep to wander through mountains and high hills Of the earth to become further prey to every beast of the field. Therefore, ye shepherds, ye den of thieves, God saith, I require my flock at your Hand and will cause you to cease from visions and feeding yourselves. I will deliver my flock from your mouth, and they shall be a prey for beasts No more. I will set one Shepherd over them; He shall feed them. I will be their God accepting them and their offerings, and I will make them joyful in My house. Scripture Compilation 1993

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