The Mystery Of Unfolding Rose
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 these flowers so sweetly,
Then in my hands, they die.
If I cannot unfold a rose bud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom,
To unfold this life of mine ?
So I will trust in him for leading
Each moment of my day.
I look to him for his guidance,
Each step of the pilgrim way.
The path of way that lies before me,
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I 'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as he unfold the Rose.
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