Where do I fit in this puzzle, what good are these gifts?

Have you ever looked at yourself and said "God why do you care about me?" Often I've been in those places of feeling like anything I can offer to God is pitiful. The more I know how amazing He is, sometimes the easier it is to feel like what I have to give is pathetic.

I love how the Lords prayer starts with "our Father" though. The concept of a parent is a powerful one in understanding How God does view us and what He thinks of our efforts to please Him. As a parent this has become more obvious to me with kids of my own.
God does not look down or snub His nose at what we offer up to Him. He takes our expressions of love and treasures it the way a parent treasures the gifts their child brings to them...
"whoever loves me will be loved by my Father, and I too will love him and show myself to him." John 14:21b- in the words of Jesus.
When my daughter was little I got dandelions often, and this song speaks of what that means in light of our relationship to God. It always brings a smile to my face. I hope it encourages you too!

In a field of yellow flowers,
underneath the sun,
bluest eyes that spark with lightning,
boy with shoes undone.
He is young, so full of hope,
reveling in tiny dreams,
filling up his arms with flowers,
right for giving any queen.

Running to her beaming bright,
while cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light,
within his mother's eyes.
She holds them to her heart,
keeping them where they'll be safe,
clasped within her very marrow,
dandelions in a vase.

She sees love, where
anyone else would see weeds.
All hope is found.
Here is everything he needs.

Fathomless Your endless mercy,
weight I could not lift.
Where do I fit in this puzzle,
what good are these gifts?
Not a martyr, or a saint,
scarcely can I struggle through.
All that I have ever wanted,
was to give my best to You.

Lord, search my heart,
create in me something clean.
Dandelions
You see flowers in these weeds.

Gently lifting hands to heaven,
softened by the sweetest hush,
a Father sings over his children,
loving them so very much.
More than words could warrant,
deeper than the darkest blue,
more than sacrifice could merit,
Lord, I give my heart to You.

-Five Iron Frenzy