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 intact...It wasn't long before he
realized how impossible it was to do so.
Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud while
keeping it intact, the older preacher began to recite the following poem...
It is only a tiny rosebud,
The secret of unfolding flowers
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
So I'll trust in Him for His Leading
The pathway that lies before me,
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. 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 of the petals.
a flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
Is not known to such as I.
God opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
each moment of every day.
I will look to him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
just as He unfolds the rose.