Rosebud

It is only a tiny Rosebud,
A flower of God's design,
I cannot unfold the petals,
With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret to unfolding flowers,
Is not known to such as I,
The flower that God opens so sweetly,
In my hands would fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of Gods design,
Then how can I have wisdom,
To unfold this life of mine?

The solution to this poem,
Trust God's leading every moment, eveyday,
And look to Him in guidance,
Each step of the pilgrim way.

For the pathway that lies before me,
Only my Heavenly Father knows,
I'll trust that He'll unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.

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