The Word Of The Lord To Scotland

A prophetic word from Bill McMurdo

O Scotland

How oft would I have held you to My bosom

And sheltered you under the canopy of My wings

But you would not, preferring instead comforts of your own making

And seeking shelter in your vanities

For I would have drenched you with My glory

But you sought your own glories and basked in the pride of your achievements

Even now you boast in your conceit

And seek your own vainglory

Many times I have reached out My hand to you

Yet you turned your back on Me and shunned the help of The Holy One

You chose to forget MY Name and neglect My Word

I would have fed you with the Bread of Life

But you chose to be the sick man, eating that which does not satisfy

Your forefathers knew Me and I was their boast

You, on the other hand, seek to forge your own destiny

You have been Enlightened with wisdom, yet not that from above

And you plan a future with no place for the One who made you and formed you

I ordained you, Scotland, as chief of the nations

Yet you have abused and misused My trust

You have gone the path of the rebellious

And followed those who praise themselves

The destiny I have for you, you disdain as dung

You prefer instead to follow fancies and fill your life with futile things

You have made idols of blessings

And profaned that which is holy

Yours was a land of bloodshed and tyranny

Therefore I brought peace and security to you

Yet now you seek to be your own

And no longer want to be My covenanted nation and people

You seek to break covenant with Me

And My holy purpose for you

Come back to Me, My land

I, The Lord, do weep for you

And my prophets cry out in anguish

Be the people of The Lord once more

Be the people of The Book once more

And I will crown you with greatness

And engulf you in My glory

Glory is your purpose, My beloved Scotland

Turn not from it, says your God

William McMurdo, Emrys