Deeper Life Sunday Service 8th November 2020 with Pastor W. F. Kumuyi – Livestream
You are watching 8th November 2020 Sunday Worship Service of Deeper Christian Life Ministry. Pastor W. F. Kumuyi to minister in partnership with the Holy Spirit.
Take heed unto thyself, and unto the doctrine; continue in them: for in doing this thou shalt both save thyself, and them that hear thee.
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Deeper Life Sunday Service 8th November 2020 with Pastor W. F. Kumuyi – Livestream
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TOPIC: NEVER INCUR GOD’S WRATH
TEXT: Ezekiel 21:1-17
1. And the word of the LORD came unto me, saying,
2. Son of man, set thy face toward Jerusalem, and drop thy word toward the holy places, and prophesy against the land of Israel,
3. And say to the land of Israel, Thus saith the LORD; Behold, I am against thee, and will draw forth my sword out of his sheath, and will cut off from thee the righteous and the wicked.
4. Seeing then that I will cut off from thee the righteous and the wicked, therefore shall my sword go forth out of his sheath against all flesh from the south to the north;
5. That all flesh may know that I the LORD have drawn forth my sword out of his sheath; it shall not return any more.
6. Sigh therefore, thou son of man, with the breaking of thy loins; and with bitterness sigh before their eyes.
7. And it shall be, when they say unto thee, Wherefore sighest thou? that thou shalt answer, For the tidings; because it cometh; and every heart shall melt, and all hands shall be feeble, and every spirit shall faint, and all knees shall be weak as water; behold, it cometh, and shall be brought to pass, saith the Lord GOD.
8. Again the word of the LORD came unto me, saying,
9. Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus saith the LORD; Say, A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also furbished;
10. It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter; should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, as every tree.