He Loves Me

I remember that game we played,

When in our younger days,
And when I look at daisies now
I recall childish ways.
 
“He loves me and he loves me not”
The petals one by one
Declared a love, or lack thereof,
From an absent someone.
 
But I have grown to understand
A new form of the game,
And when I count the petals now
I do so in His name.
 
For I have seen the miracles
That happen every day
And I have counted many more
Than should have come my way
 
So these days when I play the game
I count it differently,
“He loves me and He loves more”.
 Now that’s the count for me.