I have no more words to give you
Because I have no more gifts for you, save this:
Don’t look back.
Don’t be Lot’s wife,
Casting your eyes towards the riches and the
Comforts and the
Ease of life you left behind.
Don’t look back
I’ll turn you into a pillar of salt;
I’ll watch you be blown away.
And I won’t gather you back together.