| In a field of yellow flowers underneath the sun
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| Bluest eyes that spark with lightning; |
| boy with shoes undone
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| He is young, so full of hope reveling in tiny dreams
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| Filling up his arms with flowers right for giving any queen
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| Running to her, beaming bright while cradling his prize
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| A flickering of yellow light within his mother’s eyes
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| She holds them to her heart keeping them where they’ll be safe
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| Clasped within her very marrow, dandelions in a vase
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| She sees love where anyone else would see weeds
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| All hope is found, here is everything he needs
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| Fathomless Your endless mercy weight I could not lift
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| Where do I fit in this puzzle? |
| What good are these gifts?
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| Not a martyr or a saint
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| Scarcely can I struggle through
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| All that I have ever wanted was to give my best to You
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| Lord search my heart create in me something clean
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| Dandelions: You see flowers in these weeds
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| Gently lifting hands to heaven
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| Softened by the sweetest hush
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| A Father sings over His children
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| Loving them so very much
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| More than words could warrant
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| Deeper than the darkest blue
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| More than sacrifice could merit
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| Lord, I give my heart to You
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| Lord search my heart create in me something clean
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| Dandelions: You see flowers in these weeds
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| Lord search my heart create in me something clean
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| Dandelions: You see flowers in these weeds |