Sweet innocent child of God,
Eyes opened so very wide,
Looking at the things God made,
Curiosity bubbling inside.

The little dandelion growing wild,
Most look upon it as a weed,
Yet in the heart of a little child,
It sows a flower's seed.

It is the way we look upon,
The things in nature grown,
As God washes a sinners heart,
Beauty replaces when atoned.

It is in the eye of the beholder,
Whether we see good or bad,
If our eyes are fixed on God,
Our hearts are eternally glad.

He is the creator of the world,
All creatures in it reside,
When in our hearts He lives,
Beauty of life will betide.

Gayle Davis
September 16, 2004©
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