Sunday, October 02, 2005


There is a story I've read about two men who were walking in a garden one day.The younger one was a bit insecure about God's will for his life and what exactly he was supposed to do next and he asks the older for guidance.The older person hands him a rosebud and asks him to gently open the petals without tearing any.Though a bit confused,he obeys and though he was careful ,he couldn't open the petals without tearing.It wasn't long before he realized how impossible it was to do so. Noticing the younger ones inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, his friend 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,
When in my hands they 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.
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...

1 Comment:

  1. Anonymous said...
    Beautiful Poem!


    -puja-

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