A young, new preacher was walking with an older, more
seasoned preacher in the garden one day and feeling a bit
insecure about what God had for him to do, he was inquiring
of the older preacher.
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 for his ministry.
Because of his high respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to TRY to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal in tact...It wasn't long before he realized how it was impossible to do so.
Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping it in tact, the older preacher began to tell the following poem...
"Unfolding the Rosebud"
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of GOD's design;
But I cannot unfold the
With these clumsy hands of
The secret of unfolding
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so
When in my hands they fade
If I cannot unfold a
This flower of GOD's
Then how can I think I
To unfold this life of
So I'll trust in Him for
Each moment of every day.
I will look to Him for His
Each step of the pilgrim
The pathway that lies
Only my heavenly Father
I'll trust Him to unfold
Just as He unfolds the
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