Drank the water of the sparkling dew
A bird song chorus broke the silence
Of birthing day crisp and new
As I walked the grass of meadow
Finding peace in the morning hours
I saw amongst foliage looking east
The smiling faces of the daisy flowers
As the sun rose higher in the sky
The dew drunk away in its burn
I looked again and noticed then
The daisy heads had began to turn
To keep the sun in their view
They strove to do their best
When next I strolled in growing dusk
They had followed it from east to west
Would it be so if we turned our faces
From our rising to God’s dear son
And kept our gaze upon Him always
Until the flight of day of was done
His is the light we should follow
Our eyes forever gazing high
It’s God son that should attract us
From spiritual birth until we die
Simple flowers in the meadow
Knowing life came from the sun
Turned their heads to watch it move
Across the sky until day was done
May we look to a greater light
In this race of life we run
To set our faces in His direction
And do our best to follow the Son
Colin Moffett
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