O my Master! Your conditions are clearly written in versions of the written words or the Scriptures and in practically all spoken languages in this world. Quote:
The Reign of the Master’s Anointed
Psalms 2:1-12 AMPC+
WHY DO the nations assemble with commotion [uproar and confusion of voices], and why do the people imagine (meditate upon and devise) an empty scheme?
The kings of the earth take their places; the rulers take counsel together against the Master and His Anointed One (the Messiah). They say,
Let us break Their bands of restraint asunder and cast Their cords of control from us.
He Who sits in the heavens laughs; the Master has them in derision and in supreme contempt He mocks them.
He speaks to them in His deep anger and troubles (terrifies and confounds) them in His displeasure and fury, saying,
Yet have I anointed (installed and placed) My King firmly on My holy hill of Zion.
I will declare the decree of the Master: He said to Me, You are My Son; this day I declare I have begotten You.
Ask of Me, and I will give You the nations as Your inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth as Your possession.
You shall break them with a rod of iron; You shall dash them in pieces like potters’ ware.
Now therefore, O you kings, act wisely; be instructed and warned, O you rulers of the earth.
Serve the Master with reverent awe and worshipful fear; rejoice and be in high spirits with trembling lest you displease Him.
Kiss the Son, pay homage to Him in purity, lest He be angry and you perish in the way, for soon shall His wrath be kindled.
O blessed happy, fortunate, and to be envied are all those who seek refuge and put their trust in Him! End of quote.
Even so? It is also clearly written the fact that we can only grasp and meet those conditions on Your time and at Your discretion.
O But I Am Blessed Happy, Fortunate, And To Be Envied, Why? …
Why not? O my Master! I distinctively hear the sound of Your voice calling me to You in the same way as King Solomon did in the Song of Solomon 2:10-17.
You spoke and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone;