Judgment is walking down the streets of sin, peering into all the secret places, overturning the rocks of rebellion in the eye of the storm of God's anger.
Judgment is walking around the world on a mission from God to search out all the alleyways of sin, peering into the windows of shame, looking over the precipice of faithlessness, and down in the valley beneath, where you will find a gathering there, of all the men and women who have slid off the mountain of my creation, while grasping for the illusion of happiness and fulfillment.
Now as they lay on the floor of the valley, their souls silenced in fear, tears running down their hidden faces, ruin covering them, surrounding their souls with the fences of disobedience, I hear the crying of my people laying in the valleys of their torment.
Distant cries for mercy, but my mercy has taken wings of flight, and sit atop the world, paused in mid-air, just sitting there, waiting for signs of a contrite heart, waiting for signs of a remorseful soul, but all I hear is silence in my ears.
Their hearts are turned away from me; the God of all , the Highest Love. The hearts of my people are turned to stone, yet they beckon me for mercy while they sit beneath the hail of my fury.
If I would but stop the hail of my fury from raining down upon them, they would not change their ways nor turn their back on sin. They would continue down the pathways of their rebellion against me.
Judgment is walking, carrying the molten, liquid fire of my jealousy pouring it out upon the nations, sparing not, missing no corners of sin, missing no streets of depravity, missing no avenues of dissipation.
Judgment is walking, looking beneath the bridges of constructed sin, peering into the oceans world wide, that hold all the secret murders committed by nations who have lost their moral compass, governments wandering into the halls of shame, tossing out the truth in lieu of a lie, and behind the wall of lies they commit abominable deeds, thinking, well, we got away with that one, but my eyes behold all things.
I sent forth the plumb line to judge all men by. His name is Jesus, the son of my love, who I gave as a ransom for the souls of men, but my sacrifice has been ignored, to the extent that nations are wallowing in a stinking, swirling pool of sin that has overcame their innate ability to employ reason.