I am a dandelion Christian,
Not cultivated in a Godly home, but blown in one day on a breeze of chance,
Or so it seemed, for I believed in chance then.
Taking root, and finding home in a rich soil,
I often feel I don't belong here ,amongst the lilies and the roses.
All so cultivated and so fine!
I am a dandelion
Bright and bold
Yet strangely out of place.
I raise eyebrows by asking awkard questions,
By not behaving quite as I should,
By straying from convention!
I am a dandelion
I am hard to get rid of, I've set down roots and sent out seeds.
And the well cultivated garden is becoming used to my strange ways,
And is learning to welcome the strange visitors I bring.
Next time you see a dandelion flower consider for a while its beauty...For God made these too!
