The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I
The flower God opens so sweetly
In my hands would 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
And I'll look to Him for His Guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way