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 hands 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 leading,

Each moment of every day.

And I'll look to Him for His guidance,

Each step of the pilgram 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.

               Author Unknown