Prophecy through Rev Aaron Betz

Son, I have let you feel My heart and It is grieved; for so few love Me the way I love them.  I am not asking them to reach My capacity of love, I am just asking for devotion.

(They live in) an endless sea of forgetfulness of who I am.  I throw all of the times they turn their back on me into My sea, but they throw Me in to theirs.  My ways are forgotten, My goodness forgotten, and all that My son did forgotten; at the drop of a hat when sin rears its open opportunity before them.
But, I have cried My last tear in this hour.  I am drying My eyes and away Me and My few go.  Up and away into the
clouds of heavenly destinations.  I have spoken and up we go from here all the way to the end until the last trumpet
sounds and My Son regains all that the devil thought he took and all that man chooses will be on his own head.