Dandelions

Battles are like dandelions.
Some may despise them, but I choose to see their beauty.
I let them run their course for I know You’re with me every step of the way.
As dandelions feed the bees at the beginning of spring,
so do my battles prepare me for what’s ahead.
I welcome the battles for there’s not one I cannot overcome with You.
Although You did make the dandelion, You did not make the battle.
Although You did not make the battle, You did make the victory.
And just as freely as You give me the dandelion, You give me Your victory.
So with every battle I face, I know I’ve already won,
For I set my eyes on You every step of the way.