A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
Each moment of every day.
I will look at him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
