You Did Not Return to Me

Your harvest was mildewed
     because I messed with the rain,
And you did not return to Me.

Your gardens were chewed up
     because I blasted a blight,
And you did not return to Me.

Your camps filled with stench
     because I loosed a plague,
And you did not return to Me.

Your cities were blackened
     because I set a fire free,
And you did not return to Me.

Prepare to meet your Maker!
He who raises the mountains,
He who stirs up the winds,
He who makes the darkness,
He who watches from on high,
He who knows your thoughts,
The Lord God of all is My name.

You did not return to Me,
So now, from you I must turn
     and walk away.

Included in the Parade
of Prophets 4 collection.