

      Its only a tiny rose bud- a flower of God’s design;
            But I cant unfold the petals with these clumsy hands of mine
      The secret of unfolding flowers is not known to such as I-
            The flower God opens so sweetly, in my hands would fade and die.
      If I cannot unfold a rose bud this flower of God’s design,
            Then how can I think I have wisdom to unfold this life of mine?
      So ill trust in Him for His leading each moment of everyday,
            And ill look to Him for guidance each step of the pilgrim way.
      For the pathway that lies before me, my heavenly father knows-
            Ill trust Him to unfold the moments just as he unfolds the rose.
      Sun and shower, bud to flower a rose is like my heart.
            I lay it bare, unfurl with care, each fragile fold, each part.
      Rose of Sharon, I take care in offering my praise-
            Its yours for pleasure, yours forever, a flower of your vase.

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