Rose Bud

A young, new 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