Flowers and
Dandelions
God planted me a
flower to bloom, to prosper in His grace.
My feet the seed in
God’s lush soil, with petals for a face.
I hold my spot, I show
His love, through me His love does grow,
My arms like leaves reach
out for Him, His caring my life shows.
Consider then the
dandelion, In grass and sidewalk cracks,
A nasty weed, a silly
plant, stability it lacks.
The dandelion God
made as well, but not to hold its place,
It blooms, and
changes buds to seeds, the wind its fluff to chase.
In sacrifice, it
takes God’s love, and scatters it around,
To grow all over,
everywhere, on any piece of ground.
While I stand firm
and show His love near to my garden home
The dandelion,
expands His love as all the seeds do roam.
There’s nothing wrong
in flower-hood, to bloom to those you know,
But God so needs the
dandelions, to plant, to bloom, to go.
Margaret Duchrow
5/18/16
