I am the God almighty; I called to the formation of all that is of holiness and grandeur of the earth. I created the beauty of the endless sky, yet I have named every light. I carved the shores that hold the mighty seas; I called to the beating hearts that cry out in their anguish before they are taken to the grave. I know all thoughts and intentions. My hand is upon you, my daughter, my son, my child of the earth and the seas.
Your hands hold the mountains and the waters; your hearts are precious to me. I created all yet willful minds find their own course that only leads to decay. I cry, I cry for the lost, the lingering doubters, the liberal minds that have lost the true meaning of life. For what do you pine, the lost souls that prance in the ways to show their glittering jewels? Or do you cry for the souls that never knew my breath of life.
I cry as the one who called in the wilderness, yet who hears me? Who truly hungers for great truth, the fruit of spiritual power, the nectar of my breath that I might in flourishing words and drops of golden rain, and with torrents of words awash in the colors of the seas, the skies, the arc of the sky give you all my love. My love for each of you knows no bounds, is as bountiful as the eternal waters, is deeper than the depths of the waters of the heaven. No bounds are held to the flow of what is stored in my heart, to hear your voice in the spirit, to know your faith has grown to step out into thin air, yet I hold you tight. To speak, yes speak for me, be my voice now in the desert. Call, for I am calling yet only a remnant hears.
Call to the news, for truth is the news for this time. The panting need of truth has its own cry, bitter, desolate, afraid. But I would not have you fear for even a hair upon your head. I will never leave you lonely or allow the gall of bitterness to wound your precious blood, if you allow me to hold your heart. Call those in the byways, in the halls of commerce and the many places. Place those words of offering upon the tables of the banquet, for he awaits to come in his time, yet he longs for his fellow heirs to hear and know the way.
You who bring good news to Zion, go up on a high mountain. You who bring good news to Jerusalem, lift up your voice with a shout, lift it up, do not be afraid; say to the towns of Judah, “Here is your God!” Isaiah 40:9 NIV