As the sunflower grows tall
To face the sun and it’s rays
We look to the Son
And seek His face
In His warmth we bask long
Learning to trust Him fully in the way
Time passes and we begin to realize and appreciate
The Sunflowers dignity as it fades
Bending forward to give us sweet seed
In the golden fields of hay…
We too, do tire
And Bending forward, we ask
For strength for the new day

May your pillow be soft
where your weary head lays
Tonight and always- k

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