This word is directed to the propagation of the North American Gospel. It is not directed toward any particular people, but to notify the 'spirit' that God does have a people who will not be seduced or enticed to follow. It is a shout of alarm. "Blow the Trumpet in Zion, Zion. Shout an alarm in my Holy Mountain!"
If I could beseech you with a song, I would!
If I could present a poultice of grace, I would!
But you have accepted vanity as your mirror and now
look upon your own image in vain.
You tighten your lips against the cross,
yet dangle it in front of others to be seen.
Like a child without a Father
you stalk habitations to rob and pollute.
Even in your finery your image of vanity shrouds as a death.
All the tokens of service are disappearing like the dew,
evaporating in the light of day.
Your smiles are not tender anymore.
Your hands push away instead of reaching out.
Vanity, Vanity, Vanity is the cry of you soul.
Vanity, Vanity, Vanity is the spirit of you goal.
Vanity, Vanity, Vanity grips at your heart and will not let go,
... as I depart ...
