God says:“Can you produce your mother’s divorce papersproving I got rid of her?Can you produce a receiptproving I sold you?Of course you can’t.It’s your sins that put you here,your wrongs that got you shipped out.So why didn’t anyone come when I knocked?Why didn’t anyone answer when I called?Do you think I’ve forgotten how to help?Am I so decrepit that I can’t deliver?I’m as powerful as ever,and can reverse what I once did:I can dry up the sea with a word,turn river water into desert sand,And leave the fish stinking in the sun,stranded on dry land . . .Turn all the lights out in the skyand pull down the curtain.”