tribute-Louise-P-Murphy

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.

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,
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.

God saw she was getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So He put his arms around her,
And whispered. "Come with me."

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He takes only the best.