The Rosebud
Even the tiniest rosebud
Is a flower of God’s design,
And I cannot unfold its petals
With these earthly hands of mine.
The secret of opening flowers
Is not known to such as I.
But God does this easily,
When in my hands they’d just die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
Or anything else of God’s design,
Where shall I find enough wisdom
To know this life of mine?
I trust the living God within to lead me.
Each moment of every day
I follow Its guidance
On every step of my way.
The path that lies before me,
You alone, Great Father/Mother, knows
And I trust You to unfold it,
Just as You do with every rose.
Created by Anon.
Edited by Aquarius
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