How precise is the word of the Lord
His description perfect
The prophesy sure
A blatant Deception
The prophesy stalled
The whole land
Full of briers and thorns
Dig with the maddock
Dwell on the hill
Where butter and honey
Shall be your fill.
One tenth are like the teal tree
From their seeds
The sprouts will see
When His glory
Fills the earth
When righteous judgement
Give new birth
No more death
Enjoy the wineing
Yes my friends
He isn\'t lying.