In a Field of Dandelions

I don't know why but I can never see my kids picking dandelions without thinking of Five Iron Frenzy's song "Dandelions"...probably because I listened to them quite a bit sometime in high school. Doesn't matter if the dandelions are yellow (like in the song) or if they are ready for blowing... the song comes to mind.

In case you are unfamiliar, here's the lyrics... not that they fully apply as I wasn't given any dandelions...this time they were strictly for blowing or as Everly seems to prefer, hitting them against her face or picking at them.

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.

Lord, search my heart,

Create in me something clean.

Dandelions

You see flowers in these weeds.