Anonymous Poem

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.