Dandelions: You See Flowers in These Weeds

I noticed today that the dandelions are finally popping up, and so I’ll take the chance to talk about a song I’ve been meaning to talk about for a while. I can’t pull just a few good lines out, so here’s the whole thing.

“Dandelions” by Five Iron Frenzy (lyrics: Reese Roper, music: Dennis Culp Copyright 1998 Five Minute Walk Music):

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.

Like the little boy in the song, I see the beauty in the dandelions. They bring a beautiful patch of color to a sea of green grass. Yet we call them weeds and do whatever we can to get rid of them. I remember picking dandelions for my mother, but she told me they were weeds. I remember telling my then girlfriend how pretty I thought the dandelions looked, but she told me they were weeds.

But I tell you they’re more than that. It’s the beauty you see in them. Somehow God looks down on us, and he sees beautiful flowers in the weeds that are our lives. The next time you see the little yellow weed, don’t scoff at it and kick it, notice its beauty, and be reminded of how God sees you.

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