THE ROSE
A new minister was walking with an older, more
seasoned minister in the garden one day.
Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to
do, he was asking the older preacher for some advice.
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 petals. 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 ministry.
But because of his great 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 this was to do.
Noticing the younger preacher's inability to
unfold the rosebud without tearing it,
the older
preacher 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 cannot 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.
I will look to God for guidance
In each step of the way.
The path that lies before me,
Only my Lord knows.
I'll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
Rec'd
2/18/03 Thanks Mr. Shaffer