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...