Zephaniah 1:17 I will bring such distress upon people that they shall walk like the blind, because they have sinned against the Lord.
“Oh my child, how I long to take all my dear children to my breast to comfort, heal, and restore them. But they turn away from my love, from my merciful heart. They run headlong into their own grief and destruction. In their sinful folly, they bring distress on their own heads. Woe to all the inhabitants of the earth! Sorrow and woe! Little remnant, do all you can in prayer and sacrifice to offer reparation to my much-wounded heart. Do you think I take delight in the death of the sinner? On the contrary—I long for him to turn back to me and live. Pray constantly, dear children. I am coming to restore the earth, but first, what is corrupted must be destroyed. Lean close, my children. I am with you through it all.”
O my Jesus, draw me closer to your merciful heart than I could ever manage on my own power. Take all that I have to give, my joys and sorrows, my weakness, my love. Take my every thought, word, deed, heartbeat and breath, purified in the Flame of Love, and in the Divine Will apply it where it would do the most good. Jesus, I love you, I trust you, I surrender myself joyfully to your loving, perfect plan for all humanity. Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus! Renew the face of the earth!