Dandy, Dandy, Dandelion

Sometimes it's not fun being a dandelion-getting tromped on, snowed on, and eaten alive. It's not fun watching the dandy, dandy lion, the king of the jungle, doing all the things a dandelion would like to do-like being the most powerful, the best looking, and especially, free to travel anytime he wanted. The dandelion thinks on these things as its wilted leaves curl in distress. And it sighs, "Oh, for the life, the abundant life." But what is the abundant life? The dandelion's not sure. And will it ever figure it out. Is this all there is? Some are dandy, dandy lions, and some are just dandelions. Where is the justice? Will the dandelion ever find it? Will it ever be able to rise above all the trials and tribulations of being a dandelion? Or will something or Someone help the dandelion see itself, the way God sees all His creations? Special, unique, and fit for the Master's hand.