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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 his flowers so sweetly,
Then, in my
hands, they die.
If I cannot unfold a
rosebud,
The flower of God's design,
Then
how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life
of mine?
So, I'll trust in Him for
leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look
to Him for His guidance
Each step of the
Pilgrim's way.
The pathway that lies
before me
Only my Heavenly Father
knows.
I'll trust him to unfold the
moments,
Just as He unfolds the
rose.
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