The Rose

The Rose

It is only a tiny rosebud

a flower of God's design.

But I cannot unfold the petals

with this clumsy hand of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers

is not known to such as I.

God opens flowers so sweetly

when in my hand they fade and die

If I cannot unfold the rosebud

this flower of God's design.

Then how do I think I have the wisdom

to unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in Him for His leading

each moment of the day.

I will look to Him for guidance

each pilgrim step of the way.

The pathway, which lies before me

only the Heavenly Father knows.

I'll trust in Him to unfold the moments

just as He unfolds the rose.

~Author Unknown~

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