The Sunflower You rise up gently like the sun Standing heads above the rest Your face surrounded by golden light By God's own hand you're blessed I watch you growing there so tall Like a sentry standing duty You share with us your joy and strength And a peaceful kind of beauty Then as your fruit grows heavy Your head starts to bow low And you give up freely of yourself To enable others like you to grow And as I watch you stand alone Weeping silently in the garden I'm reminded of the One who came To earth to buy my pardon
Reason for writing:
I love the sunflower and I have always thought about how it looked like a person bowing. Just wanted to submit to see what others thought.
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