Monkeys

The Rose

Only A Rose...



It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design,
But I can't unfold the petals,
With these clumsy hands of mine.

The way of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I,
The flower God opens sweetly
In my hands would surely die.

If I can't unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design -
Then how can I have wisdom
to unfold this life of mine?

So I will trust him to lead me
Each moment of every day,
And I'll ask him to guide me
Each step of the way.

For the pathway before me
My heavenly Father knows,
And I'll trust him to unfold it
Just as He unfolds the rose.