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 easily,
But in my hands they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in God for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance
In each step of the way.
The path that lies before me,
Only my Lord knows.
I'll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
Today at church Nancy H. gave me a soft, pink rosebud from her flower garden at home. Then when I got home, I had an email from Patsy that included this poem. So I'm calling today, a rose filled one. Have you ever tried to pick off a few bad petals of a rose and it all just fell apart? The rose is made up of layers upon layers that build upon each other to form a beautiful ending. Our lives can do that too, as we learn from each layer or times that we go thru and build upon that. We must seek His word and His will because we are so fault-ridden. There is so much we do not know or understand so how can we even think about calling the shots without His guidance. He knows your future, regardless of your plans, so place your trust in His guaranteed hands.