Sunflowers, swaying in the breeze;
Hues of yellow, gold, and brown.
Shimmer softly among the trees,
As some bow gently toward the ground.
They tilt their petals toward the sun,
From whence their name derived.
And though the wind, at times, blew fierce,
The Sunflower still survived.
As I gaze at these awesome beauties,
I reach down to pick just one.
My eyes behold this wonderful gold,
As they reflect the morning sun.
I see you there in glory shining bright,
Following the sun and its path of light
Standing tall above all others in the field,
You grow, conquer, and do not yield.
The little birds take great delight
In playing round you, from day to night.
With your petals of yellow and leaves of green
How very easily you are seen.
He made you a part of creation,
And you praise him in glorious celebration!
The beauty that within you is expressed,
Gives testimony to his greatness.
Sunflower, how I long to be like you!
Glorifying God in all I do.
Following the Son and His path of light,
To worship Him in His glory shining bright.
I can learn from you, my friend,
With every breath, praise to God, I might send.
With all of his creation telling the story,
Might I, with you, proclaim His glory.
Lord, I want to be a "Sonflower"
Always looking to the Son;
A reflection of Your glory
And the work that You have done.
Some want to be like lilies,
All clothed in purity;
While others long to be a rose,
Lovely, and perfumed sweet.
But to be a simple "Sonflower"
Is quite enough for me;
In a field of glowing faces
All lifted up to Thee.