It is a tiny rose bud.
A flower of God's design
But I can not 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 sweetly
In my hand it will fade & die
If I can not 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 everyday.
I will look at Him
For His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
The Pathway
That lies before me
Only my Allah knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold
the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
Poet Unknown
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