UNFOLDING
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 this flower so
sweetly,
When in my hands they
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 leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to Him for
His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim
way.
The pathway that lies
before me,
Only my Heavenly Father
knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold
the moments,
Just as He unfolds the
rose.
~~� Bryan T. Burgess ~
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