Four years old with dirt on my face,
I'd been out in the yard pickin' dandelions all day.
I burst through the front door when I'd gathered enough
To give to my Mom to show her my love.
When I held out my hand, she looked down at me
She said "I've never seen flowers as beautiful as these."
She's the one who told me about Jesus.
She's the one who taught me to sing.
She deserves an armful of roses.
But she's satisfied with a handful of weeds.
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