Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Dandelions

In a field of yellow flowers underneath 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,
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,
all that I have ever wanted,
was to give my heart to you.

written by Reese Roper: Five Iron Frenzy

(c) 1997 Five Minute Walk Records


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