THE ROSE 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, The flower God opens so sweetly, In my hands would fade and die. - I cannot unfold a rosebud, This flower of God's design, Then how can I have wisdom To unfold this life of mine? - So I'll trust Him for His leading Each moment of every day And I'll look to Him for His guidance Each step of the pilgrim way. - For the pathway that lies before me My heavenly Father knows I'll trust Him to unfold the moments Just as He unfolds the rose.

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Arnold. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.