Hosea

I married a whore,
who ran away,
Slept with a different man,
each and every day.

I raised children,
not my own.
Wife never stayed around,
she was bad to the bone.

Had to buy her,
she was on the block.
Brought her back home,
hoping she would not roam.

I loved her still,
even when she ran away,
God had chosen her,
So I would keep letting her stay.

She suffered,
Maybe more then I,
When she would leave,
I would cry.

I was chosen to show,
Israel a God that loved them,
Even when they never obeyed,
He still wanted them brought back to Him.