A 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 Gods 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 to him for his guidance

Each step of this pilgrim's 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