Unfolding 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.

God opens this flower so sweetly,

When in my hands, they 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 him for his leading

Each moment of every day.

I'll look up to him for his guidance

Each step of the pilgrim way.

The pathway that lies before me,

Only my God know.

I'll trust him to unfold the moments,

Just as he unfolds the rose.