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.
God opens this flower
so sweetly,
In my hand it 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 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 Father knows.
I’ll trust Him to unfold
the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
Helen Steiner Rice (1900 – 1981)
