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 hands will 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 everyday, and I'll look to him for His guidance each step of the pilgrims 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.
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 hands will 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 everyday, and I'll look to him for His guidance each step of the pilgrims 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.
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