God spoke these words:
Look! I’m your God! I’m the one who set your free from the bonds that enslaved you. Don’t shackle yourself again by returning to your old way of life, placing inanimate objects or ideals in my place. You can’t explain what I’m like; stop trying. Simply trust me. Quit using my name to get what you want, or justify your misunderstandings.
Take time to rest. You work so hard trying to get ahead in this life. Don’t run yourself ragged. You need time off. Spend time with me, and allow me to make you whole.
Honor your parents. Who knows, maybe they do know what they’re talking about. I’ve put them in place to guide you into a wonderful and profitable future.
Don’t allow yourself to be filled with rage. Don’t act on your lust. Don’t steal. Don’t distort the truth for your own benefit.
Just because someone else has something you want doesn’t mean you should have it. You should be content with the blessings I’ve already given you. Don’t lust for more.
All the people experienced God’s magnificence, but they kept pulling away from God.
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
-words by Robert Robinson 1758
Don’t be afraid. God has come to assess you and instill a deep and reverent awe within you so that you won’t fall back into the same traps.