The Rose

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. The flowers of God opens so sweetly In my hands would fade and die. If I cannot unfold a rosebud This 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 lending Each moment of every day, And I'll look to Him for His guidance Each step of the pilgrim 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. -John Denmark