The Rosebud
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 the flower so sweetly
when in my hands they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
this flower of God's design,
then how I have the wisdom
to unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust him for leading
each moment of my day.
I will look to him for guidance
each step of the pilgrim way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only the Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments
Just as He unfolds the rose.
Copyright © Edna Carroll | Year Posted 2015
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