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 the 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.