The Weed

[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?"