Always remember the sunflower

Whose face looks toward the sun.

She drinks His beauty in her face

And like Him she becomes.

At morning light she waits for Him

To seek His image fair

And when the sun sets in the west

She eastward turns to stare

Her glory is like His glory

'Tis strong and true and good

Within her is the oil of joy

Her seed gives life and food.

This special flower has much to give

Though fragrance she has none

She teaches us to look above

At God's own Perfect Son.

by Gayle Orf

Gayle is now at home with our Lord