A
new priest was walking in the garden one day with an older, more seasoned
priest. Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was asking
the older priest for some advice.
The older priest walked up to a rose bush and handed the younger priest a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing any petals.
The
younger priest looked in disbelief at the older priest 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 priest he proceeded to try to
unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact.
It
wasn't long before he realized how impossible this is to do.
Noticing the younger priest's inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older priest 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 easily, but in my hands, they die.
If I can't unfold a rosebud - this flower of God's design,
The secret of unfolding flowers is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so easily, but in my hands, they die.
If I can't unfold a rosebud - this flower of God's design,
then how can I have
the wisdom to unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in God for leading each moment of my day;
So I'll trust in God for leading each moment of my day;
I will look to God
for guidance in each step along the way.
The path that lies before me, only my Lord knows.
I trust God to unfold the moments, just as HE unfolds the rose.
The path that lies before me, only my Lord knows.
I trust God to unfold the moments, just as HE unfolds the rose.
Remember,
that sometimes we do need to let go and let God unfold our lives.
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