A Word

The world is crumbling at your feet

Nothing is stable

Rain where it is not needed

The earth shakes

Heat where it is not wanted

Blooming seasons are confused

Yet you still refuse to acknowledge Me

You still hold fast to your Sin

Calling it your choice

Well, child once mine...I have choices too

Return to Me before you are unable

I control the mountains

They will not cover you

-Yaweh