Hosea 8:7. “For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind: it hath no stalk: the bud shall yield no meal: if so be it yield, the strangers shall swallow it up.” WHIRLWIND. The noise they make is not for joy It is sounds that are made to cover empty hearts Beyond the decibels of honesty Come noises determined to cover consciences – Consciences that won’t be silent yet are fading The calls they make try to cover the voice of God.
The idols they make are not for worship It is to be like everyone else around they – are formed A way to be accepted by their peers – they bow To their silver and gold, and kiss cold lips – of beasts Of images made by their own hands and minds Easily broken to pieces by the same workman – and God.
The efforts they make are not for gain The wind is only sound and moving air and passes quickly by The seeds they plant have no life, the stalks no fruit The grain is only chaff, no bread for all their labor The whirlwind leaves behind no life, no fruit, no bread Desolation, hunger, abandonment – the whirlwind is coming – EXPECT IT SOON.
“The rituals people go through, O Lord God, must really seriously offend Thee. Empty forms to gain approval of people; no real thought behind what is done; no relationship with Thee, but an attempt to make it appear they are in favor with Thee – how serious it must be to lower their estimation of a Holy God to such a low place. I am thankful Thou art a merciful and longsuffering God. I guess, now that I review it, that I was in much the same condition before Thou didst save me. I thank Thee in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen.”