Charlie Gilchrist
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.
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?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of everyday
So I'll look to him for guidance
Each stop 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.
