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.
