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 that opens so sweetly,
Would, in my hands, 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 will trust in Him,
Each moment of every day.
I will look to Him,
Each step of this pilgrim's way.
For the pathway that lies before me,
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I will trust in Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
Brother William T. Foster, Florence, Arizona DOC, 2003,