I guess I didn't consider enough the lilies in the blood.
Nor did I ever question the sun above,
til the sun burnt out, and part of that lily died.
There was never enough rain, and even the sparrows tried.
And all too late I realized the roots were in the heart,
and though some flowers bloomed late,
they were growing from the start.
Lilies toil, lilies spin, and on the swing we’ll meet again.
Through eyes full of mercy and a heart full of love,
lilies can never be considered enough.