THE DEED

It is now even unto here 
Time to beg the pardon 
Ask Him if he's near 
Will any see the garden? 

The Book is said to be complete 
It has been centuries 
Countless shoes on kids feet 
And not one valid inquiry 

It was decided way back when 
That there be only One 
Imitations a Sin 
No impersonations are done 

He came to Him with hardened heart
To ask Him what went wrong?
Real Love he felt should start
With a God that was always strong

His prayers had been unfounded
His life still complete
Usually dumfounded
A hard heart will misguide the feet

Makings amends now to his God
Asking to be relieved
As a horse to be shod
The blacksmith also must believe

What is there now left to be done?
Knees have gone to callous
He is left as the one
Good Deeds with a heart of malice.

 - Dennis