It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of the Spirits design.
But I cannot unfold the petals,
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret to unfolding flowers,
Is not known to such as I.
The flower the Spirits open so easily,
In my hands would surely die.
I f I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of the Spirits design.
How can I have wisdom,
To unfold this life of mine?
So I’ll trust in them for their leading,
Each moment of everyday.
I’ll look to them for guidance,
Each step of the Pilgrim Way.
For the pathway that lies before me,
My Spiritual Guidance knows.
I’ll trust them to unfold the moments,
Just as they unfold the Rose.