In a field of yellow flowers
Underneath the sun
Bluest eyes that spark with lightning
Boy with shoes undone.
He is young, so full of hope,
Reveling in tiny dreams,
Filling up his arms with flowers,
Right for giving any queen.
Running to her beaming bright
While cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light
Within his mother’s eyes.
She holds them to her heart
Keeping them where they’ll be safe
Clasped within her very marrow,
Dandelions in a vase.
She sees love where
Anyone else would see weeds.
All Hope is found.
Here is everything he needs.
Fathomless Your Endless Mercy,
Weight I could not Lift.
Where do I fit in this puzzle?
What good are these Gifts?
(I’m) not a Martyr or a Saint,
Scarcely can I struggle through.
All that I have ever wanted
Was to give my best to You.
Lord Search my heart.
Create in me something Clean
Dandelions—
You see Flowers in these weeds.
Gently Lifting hands to Heaven,
Softened by the Sweetest Hush,
A Father Sings over his Children,
Loving them So Very Much.
More than words could warrant,
Deeper than the Darkest Blue,
More than sacrifice could merit,
Lord I give my heart to You.
From Hamburg, Germany comes the gutsy indie rock of Deep Dyed, the perfect combo if confident guitars and soaring melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2023
Sticky-sweet hooks collide with glitter-coated, glammy guitars on the righteous, raucous new LP from this Auckland band. Bandcamp New & Notable May 21, 2023