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.