It is only a tiny rose bud
A flower of God’s design…
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine
The secret of unfolding the 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
The flower of God’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…
And I’ll look to Him for His guidance
Each step of this pilgrim’s 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.