Unfolding The Rosebud  

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. 
God opens this flower so sweetly, 
When in my hands they 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. 
I will look to Him for His guidance 
Each step of the pilgrim way. 

The pathway that lies before me, 
Only my heavenly Father knows. 
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments, 
Just as He unfolds the rose. 


 ~ author unknown ~

In The Garden
I come to the garden alone
while the dew is still on the roses
and the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
and He tells me I am His own
and the joy we share as we tarry there
none other has ever known

He speaks, and the sound of His voice
is so sweet the birds hush their singing
and the melody that He gave to me
within my heart is ringing

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
and He tells me I am His own
and the joy we share as we tarry there
none other has ever known.

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