The unfolding rose

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The Unfolding Rose

 

A young preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher 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 rose bush

and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing

any of the 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 and unfold the rosebud

while keeping every petal intact . . .

 

It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was to do.

 

Noticing the young 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 sweetly,

Then, in my hands, they die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,

The 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's 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.

 

2:27 PM 6/1/2009