The Rose
Author Unknown

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 flower God opens so gently
In my hands would fade and die

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
How can I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in Him for His leading
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.