Oct. 10, 2023

Why Will Ye Die - Meditation

Why Will Ye Die - Meditation

Why Will Ye Die

For what is the hope of the hypocrite

Though he has gained when God taketh away his soul

Will God hear his cry when trouble cometh upon him

They spend their days in wealth 

And in a moment go down to the grave

In the fullness of his sufficiency

He shall be in straits

Every hand of the wicked shall come upon him

Lo this is the man that made not God his strength

But trusted in the abundance of his riches

And strengthened himself in his wickedness

The ground of a certain rich man brought forth plentifully

And he thought within himself saying

What shall I do

Because I have no room where to bestow my fruits

And he said

This will I do

I will pull down my barns

And build greater

And there will I bestow all my fruits and my goods

And I will say to my soul

Thou has much goods laid up for many years

Take thine ease

Eat drink and be merry

But God said unto him

Thou fool

This night

Thy soul shall be required of thee

Then whose shall those things be which thou has provided

So is he that layeth up treasure for himself 

And is not rich toward God

Lay not up treasure for yourselves upon earth

Where moth and rust does corrupt

And where thieves break through and steal

But lay up for yourselves treasure in heaven

Where neither moth nor rust doest corrupt

And where thieves do not break through nor steal

For where your treasure is 

There will your heart be also

No man can serve two masters

For either he will hate the one 

And love the other

Or else he will hold to the one

And despise the other

Ye cannot serve God and mammon

Therefore I say unto you

Take no thought for your life

What you shall eat 

What ye shall drink

Nor yet for your body 

What ye shall put on

Is not the life more than meat

And the body more than raiment

But seek ye first the kingdom of God

And his righteousness

And all these things shall be added unto you

For what is a man profited

If he shall gain the whole world

And lose his own soul

Or what shall a man give

In exchange for his soul

For the Son of Man shall come in the glory of his Father

With his angels

And then he shall reward every man 

According to his works

Because thou sayest I am rich

And increased with goods

And in need of nothing

And knowest not that thou art wretched

And miserable

And poor

And blind

And naked

I council thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire

That thou mayest be rich

And white raiment 

That thou mayest be clothed

And that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear

And anoint thine eyes with eyesalve

That thou mayest see

As many as I love I rebuke and chasten

Be zealous therefore 

And repent

Have I any pleasure at all

That the wicked should die

Saith the Lord

And not that he should return from his ways and live

Cast away from you all your transgressions

Whereby ye have transgressed

And make you a new heart 

And a new spirit

For why will you die

Oh house of Israel

For I have no pleasure in the death of him that dieth

Saith the Lord God

Wherefore turn yourselves 

And live ye

Behold I stand at the door and knock 

If any man hear my voice and open the door

I will come into him

And will sup with him

And he with me

To him that overcometh 

Will I grant to sit with me

In my throne

Even as I also overcame

And a sit down with my Father

In his throne

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