joy in the air

the dandelions are out
tiny yellow suns and
white globes like the moon.
the distractions are in
though they pull and push me
i'll be with you soon.

the seeds fly so far away
and where will they land??
to fly so far away
to a distant land
make a flower from these weeds.



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.