It is only a tiny rosebud,
flower of my Lord’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.
My Lord opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of my Lord’s design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I’ll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim’s way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only my Compassionate Lord knows.
I’ll trust in Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
~ Author Unknown
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