Man has experienced My warmth, man has earnestly served Me, and man has earnestly submitted before Me, doing everything for Me in My presence. Yet this is unachievable by people today; they do nothing but weep in their spirit as if they have been snatched by a hungry wolf, and they can only look at Me helplessly, crying out to Me without cease. But in the end, they are unable to escape their predicament. I think back to how people in the past made promises in My presence, swearing on heaven and earth in My presence to repay My kindness with their affection. They wept sorrowfully before Me, and the sound of their cries was heartbreaking, hard to bear. Because of their resolve, I would often provide aid to people. Countless times, people have come before Me to submit to Me, their lovely manner hard to forget. Countless times, they have loved Me, unwavering in their loyalty, their earnestness admirable. Countless times, they have loved Me to the point of sacrificing their very lives, they have loved Me more than their own selves—and seeing their sincerity, I have accepted their love. Countless times, they have offered themselves up in My presence, for My sake indifferent in the face of death, and I have smoothed the worry from their brows and carefully taken stock of their countenances. There have been countless times where I have loved them like a cherished treasure, and there have been countless times where I have hated them as My own enemy. Nonetheless, what is in My mind remains beyond man’s grasp. When people are sad, I come to comfort them, and when they are weak, I come to help them along. When they are lost, I give them direction. When they weep, I wipe away their tears. But when I am sad, who can comfort Me with their hearts? When I am worried sick, who is considerate of My feelings? When I am sorrowful, who can remedy the wounds in My heart? When I need someone, who volunteers to cooperate with Me? Can it be that people’s former attitude toward Me is now lost, never to return? Why is it that nothing of it remains in their memories? How is it that people have forgotten all these things? Is this not all because of mankind’s corruption by his enemy?

—The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. God’s Words to the Entire Universe, Chapter 27

Who Can Care for God’s Will?

I

Man experienced My warmth, they once sincerely served Me, they were truly obedient, doing everything for Me. But people can’t do that now; in their spirit they all cry. They look at Me, call for help; they cannot escape their plight. People in the past made vows, swearing by earth and heaven to repay Me My kindness with all their heart’s affections. They wept with sorrow to Me; their cries were sad, hard to bear. I would give mankind My help due to the resolve of theirs. When people are sad, I come to comfort them; and when they are weak, I help them along. When they are lost, I give them the way; and when they weep, I wipe away their tears. But when I am sad, who can comfort Me? When I’m worried sick, who cares for what I feel?

II

Countless times man obeyed Me, their loveliness so memorable. They were loyal in love for Me, their true feelings were laudable. Countless times they loved Me and their lives they would sacrifice. Because of this earnestness, their love gained My acceptance. Countless times, they offered themselves, calmly facing death for My sake. Smoothing the worry from their brows, I carefully watched their face. Countless times I loved them, as though My treasure they were. Countless times I hated them, as if they were enemies. Still man can’t fathom what is in My mind. When people are sad, I come to comfort them; and when they are weak, I help them along. When they are lost, I give them the way; and when they weep, I wipe away their tears. But when I am sad, who can comfort Me? When I’m worried sick, who cares for what I feel?

III

When I’m sorrowful, who makes up for My heart’s wounds? Who acts in concert with Me in times when I need someone? Is man’s former attitude towards Me now lost, never to return? Why is there not a single jot left in their memories? People have forgotten these things from being corrupted by enemies. When people are sad, I come to comfort them; and when they are weak, I help them along. When they are lost, I give them the way; and when they weep, I wipe away their tears. But when I am sad, who can comfort Me? When I’m worried sick, who cares for what I feel?

Adapted from The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. God’s Words to the Entire Universe, Chapter 27