Today was a relaxing day. Therefore this will be brief. Not only was church great, so was worship. Since Craig lead, I brought Deidre in to worship. Today the band tried out a new song, Dandelions by Five Iron Frenzy. It went fantastically and Deirdre loved it.
Regardless of what some people might think ( I personally believe we underestimate a child's perceptiveness and understanding) I am conceived that Deirdre knew that what Daddy was doing was praising the Lord and not just his normal singing. I know this because after naptime she played her version of "Dandelions" on her toy piano. The lyrics to her version were:
God loves dandelions and God loves me
Daddy loves dandelions and loves God and me
God loves (it) when I sing
After many renditions of her song, she came up to me and informed me that she made God happy with her because she sang him her song and that it was just for him. She also knew that "he watched me and clapped when I sang it".
So I will leave you now with the Five Iron Frenzy lyrics to ponder on this week:
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.
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.