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
It 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 him for his leading
Each moment of every day,
And I'll look to him for guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.

For the pathway that lies before me
My Heavenly Father knows
I'll trust him to reveal the moments
Just as he unfolds the rose.