Lord, I want to be like a dandelion.
I want to close up at night to pray.
I then want to open up to your Son each day.
I want to stand out for you in a sea of green.
Bright yellow, with a sun-shiny face, not mean.
Lord, I want to be like a dandelion.
And when I get old and grey,
I want to plant seeds everywhere, if I may.
Seeds that tell of Your sacrafice and You,
And Lord, let it be many and not a few!
Lord, I want to be like a dandelion.
I know that dandelions are weeds, but I saw this beautiful field that was filled with yellow flowers today and it reminded me of how I want to be.
3 comments:
Steph, did you write that poem?
yep, I did -- not so smooth just ok
but it is beautiful, and profound! Thanks for making me think about a weed differently!
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