Unfolding the Rosebud

— By Helen Steiner Rice

It is only a tiny rosebud,

A of ’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,

In my hands it will fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,

This flower of God’s design,

Then how can I think I have

To unfold this life of mine?

So I’ll in Him for His leading

Each moment of every day.

I will look to him for His guidance

Each step of the pilgrim way.

The pathway that lies before me,

Only my Heavenly knows.

I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments,

Just as He unfolds the rose.

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