HEDGE

                   

            A hedge is good for hiding things
            You don't want folk to see
            Untidy grass and rampant weeds
            A gardening misery
            In the darkness of your patch
            Nothing ever grows
            Decline of dreams abandoned there
            A perfect place to doze.

            It's time you cut that foliage down
            And let the sun shine in
            Revealing hopes that you once had
            Before you choked on sin
            He's waiting for your outstretched hand
            To intertwine with His
            Together you can face this world
            Oh wouldn't that be bliss.