seasoned minister in the garden one day. Feeling a

bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he

was asking the older preacher for some advice.

The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and

handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to

open it without tearing off any petals. The young

preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and

was trying to figure out what a rosebud could

possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will

of God for his life and ministry. But because of his

great respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to

try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal

intact. It wasn't long before he realized how

impossible this was to do. Noticing the younger

preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud without

tearing it, the older preacher began to recite the 

following poem . .

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 easily,

but 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 God for leading

each moment of my day.

I will look to God for guidance

in each step of the way.

The path that lies before me,

only my Lord knows.

I'll trust God to unfold the moments,

just as He unfolds the rose.

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