The Weed

Lyrics

[Verse 1] There's a weed that grows in your garden Its stem is twisted and bent The ugliest thing that ever you saw You wonder from where it was sent And you pull it from your beautiful flowers And toss it with never a care There is no fear of complaint For no one ever would dare [Verse 2] The flowers flourish with love and your care And given all that they need You live your life in their beauty With never a thought for the weed But after this life is ended And called upon to explain your creed You will hear the Master ask you "Sinner where is my weed?"