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        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 or 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 wisdom
    To unfold this life or mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
    Each moment of every day,
And I'll look to Him for His guidance
    Each step of the pilgrims' 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

Last modified: Friday, November 09, 2001