A buttercup is beautiful, A delight for to see
by Audrey Morrow
So long as it is in a field, where it's meant to be
But, like the anger, that burns in our heart
If it is in the wrong place, we must make it depart.
For God has a purpose, and a place for each thing
Be it a weed, or a flower, or a man who can sing
And each in his place, is perfect to see
So long as we stay where God wants us to be.