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I have written to Him the great things
Of my law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind, and lands
 but they shall reap the whirlwind
they were counted as a strange thing

set the trumpet to my mouth
I a  tat a rat tat,
This is it, this is that
As an eagle against the house
Of the Lord must turn I from God don't forsake the master's idols, what/
they the people have transgressed my covenant
and trespassed against my law
No golden idols no silver calves
gonna save me from myself, my sinful life
Israel O Israel shall cry at last my God, my God
we know thee now, we know thee then
Please Father forgive our sins

I have written to Him the great things
Of my law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind, and lands
 but they shall reap the whirlwind
they were counted as a strange thing

Israel cast off the things that's good
Enemies shall pursue you sure
They have set up kings but not by me
They have made princes and I knew them not, you see..
Users silver and gold made idols that they may be cut off

I have written to Him the great things
Of my law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind, and lands
 but they shall reap the whirlwind
they were counted as a strange thing

Oh, Samaria hath cast you off, God say watch your steps or you'll  be lost
Mine anger is kindled against them
How long how long will it be here?
They attain to innocencey
Can't quite believe but I must forgive

I have written to Him the great things
Of my law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind, and lands
 but they shall reap the whirlwind
they were counted as a strange thing

From Israel was it also the workman made it known
It's not god, it is not the Lord and the calf of Samaria shall be broken
God's people should never worship idols. . .
for they have sown the wind and they shall reap the whirlwind
It has no stalk the bud shall yield no meal and if so be it yield
the strangers shall swallow it up

I have written to Him the great things
Of my law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind, and lands
 but they shall reap the whirlwind
they were counted as a strange thing
They were counted as a strange thing

10/03/12
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
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