I Am near to the broken hearted, says the Lord.
Indeed, My compassion is deeply stirred by the pleas of a mother's heart for her children.  
Countless numbers of My precious ones have loved ones in captivity.
The enormous jaw-like snare of the spirit of the world has locked upon many, 
And they are entrapped in gross depths of darkness.
Some profess love for their captors, 
And others simply find no path of escape--
PRODIGALS ALL!

Day after day I behold the travail,
And the voice of  mothers' weeping ascends to My Throne, 
"I lift up my eyes to the hills, but to me no help comes!"
BUT THEN.....
"My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and the earth."  
And.... 
"Pity, Lord, O Pity us, for we are full of grief."
Yet I unfailingly declare:
  "Those who know your name put their trust in you, 
For you, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek you."

Hear, O Lord, Your divine Truth proclaimed,
Hold not back compassion's delightful fruit, 
But rise to break our Children's Chains.
 In this day of exceeding grace rebellion's hold uproot!

Truth is lost through deception--
The fruit of my womb has been deceived by a lie.
Come now, O anchor of My soul and grant reclamation,
That my children may become whole.

Until that day, my lips will unceasingly proclaim Your voice:
"Instead of forsaken,
I will make you a glory.
For brass, I will bring gold,
And for iron, bring silver...
I will make your rulers gentle...
No more shall oppression be heard In your land".

Blessed Lord, fix your hand maiden a watchmen on the walls in the land of my inheritance 
To never keep silence reminding you; 
I will give you no rest until you make my seed a glory in the earth.