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,
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