Unfolding 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
God opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they die
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,

Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for leading
Each moment of my 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.