Under the Bed

This little boy had broken the rules and was now in trouble Hiding he broke one of his Fathers tools, now made it double But there he hid under the bed and he would not answer at all And no matter what the family said he would just ignore their call At anytime he could have come out but he continued to hid To the truth their was no doubt, in fact he even knew that he lied But under that bed he laid as they continually called his name And the reason why he stayed was he was so full of shame But then Father came into the house and he would soon be found With all being quite as a mouse only hearing his little heart pound Room by room he began to look, each time calling out his name Oh how his little body shook for he didn't want to take the blame And soon he came to that last door... springing from under that bed Being unable to hide any more, saying Father remember what you said That if I would just come to you and tell you, that everything would be okay The Father said that much is true, but you did not do as such today Confess your sins to God now, for it is too late when He is opening up the door"