The Rose

It is only a tiny rosebud

A flower of God's design

But I cannot unfold the petals

With these clumsy hands of mine

The secret of unfolding flowers

Is not known to such as I

The flower God opens so sweetly

In my hands would fade and die

If I cannot unfold a rosebud

This flower of God's design

Then how can I think I have the wisdom

To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in Him for His leading

Each moment of everyday

I'll look to Him for guidance

Each stop of the Pilgrim way

For the pathway that lies before me

My Heavenly Father knows

I'll trust Him to unfold the moments

Just as He unfolds the rose

~Author unknown~