Unfolding The Rose

Unfolding the 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.

author unknown

poem submitted by the erudite son-in-law, `dirt farmer`

photography by In_spired