Mind Blowing Poetry

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."

Regards ,
Esther