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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 flower God opens so sweetly

In my hand 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 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.