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Unfolding A Rose
A young, new preacher was walking
with an older, more seasoned preacher
in the garden one day. Feeling a
bit insecure about what God had for him
to do, he was inquiring of the older
preacher. The older preacher walked
up to a rosebush and handed the
young preacher a rosebud and told him to
open it without tearing off any petals.
The young preacher looked in
disbelief at the older preacher, trying to
figure out what a rosebud could
possibly have to do with his wanting to
know the WILL OF GOD
for his life and for his ministry.
Because of his high respect for the
older preacher, he proceeded to TRY
to unfold the rose, while
keeping every petal intact...It wasn't long
before he realized how
impossible it was to do so.
Noticing the younger preacher's
inability to unfold the rosebud while
keeping it intact, the older
preacher began to recite the following poem...
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UNFOLDING THE ROSEBUD
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 this flower so sweetly,
When 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 wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim 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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