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.
Last modified: Friday, November 09, 2001