The Rose Bud

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 of unfolding flowers;
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so easily;
But in my hands they die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud;
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom;
To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in God for leading;
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance;
In each step along the way.

The path that lies before me;
Only my Lord knows.
I'll trust God to unfold the moments;
Just as He unfolds the rose.

—Author Unknown