Withering away. Leaves fall. No fruit appears.
Without purpose, we like this tree, die to be no more.
Beloved one, receive the Word of God:
These [as in a people] are spots in your love feasts, while they feast with you without fear, serving only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried about by the winds; late autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, pulled up by the roots; raging waves of the sea, foaming up their own shame; wandering stars for whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever. (Jude 1:12-13 NKJV emphasis added). Such words are very foreign to us, but behold, the Spirit of God leads the way and reveals the beauty of God’s glorious Word. With that said, I now invite you Into My Heart...
