| It is only a tiny rosebud,
This flower of God’s design;
But I cannot unfold its petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
This flower God opens so sweetly,
Would in my hands fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God’s design,
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.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the way.
The pathway that lies before me,
My Heavenly Father knows.
I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.