“Only A Rose”

It is only a tiny rose
A flower of God’s design
But I can’t unfold these petals
With these clumsy hands of mine
The way of unfolding flowers is not known to such as me
The flower God opens, sweetly in my hand which surely dies
If I can’t unfold a rose bud
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 will trust him to unfold it
Just as he unfold the rose.