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"
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