Dandelions
In a field of yellow flowers, underenath the sun, bluest eyes that spark with
Lightning, boy with shoes undone. He is young, so full of hope, reveling in tiny
Dreams, filling up, his arms with flowers, right for giving any queen. Running to
Her beaming bright, while cradling his prize. A flickering of yellow light, within
His mother's eyes. She holds them to her heart, keeping them where they'll be
Safe, clasped within her very marrow, dandelions in a vase. She sees love, where
Anyone else would see weeds. all hope is found. Here is everything he needs.
Fathomless your endless mercy, weight I could not lift. Where do I fit in this
Puzzle, what good are these gifts? Not a martyr, or a saint, scarcely can I
Struggle through. All that I have ever wanted, was to give my best to you. Lord,
Search my heart, create in me something clean. Dandelions you see flowers in
These weeds. Gently lifting hands to heaven, softened by the sweetest hush, a
Father sings over his children, loving them so very much. More than words could
Warrant, deeper than the darkest blue, more than sacrifice could merit, Lord, I
Give my heart to you.
Writer(s): Marcus Eoin, Michael Sandison
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