I thought I’d share a song instead of a poem, story, or devotional. It’s one of my favorites that my husband and I have written; its simplicity and truth resonates deeply in my soul. I remember as a child, I would pick dandelions, buttercups, or violets that grew weedishly in our lawn for my mom, and she would look at them like I had brought her a treasure. And many times, I went berry picking, only to eat more than I brought home. As I thought about these things, I realized that God loves us like that, too. He loves us anyway.
You Love Me Anyway c 2005, Sara and Shawn Allen
Clutching daisies in my dirty fist–it’s all I bring to You/ The roses weren’t ready, the lily’s gone by/ I didn’t grow them myself,/ I just picked them on the way/ Clutching daisies in my dirty fist/ And nothing much to say// All I bring You is broken and ill-gotten/ And I bring You this little bit of dirt/ And I give You all I treasure for today/ Clutching daisies in my dirty fist/ You love me anyway// Half bucket full of berries swinging at my waist/ My red-stained mouth gives me away/ I picked what You asked for, but then ate them on the way/ Half bucket full of berries/ And nothing much to say// All I bring You is eaten or left over/ And I bring You these stains of my shame/ And I give You only part of what You asked me for today/ Half bucket full of berries/ You love me anyway