UNFOLD A ROSEBUD

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
It 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 the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine;

So, I trust Him for His leading
Each moment of everyday
I 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.
(Unknown)

WHICH ARE YOU?

An attender or an absenter?
A pillar or a sleeper?
A wing or a weight?
A power or a problem?
A promoter or a provoker?
A giver or a getter?
A goer or a gadder?
A doer or a deadhead?
A booster or a bucker?
A supporter or a sponger?
A soldier or a slacker?
A worker or a worrier?
A lighter or a leaner?
A friend or a faultfinder?
A helper or a hinderer?

Taking the line of least resistance
makes rivers and men crooked.