Unfolding


It is only a tiny rose bud, 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 the petals so sweetly, in my hands they fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud, this flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have the wisdom to unfold this life of mine?
The pathway that lies before me, only my Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments, just as He unfolds the rose.
(Helen Steiner Rice)

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