Thanks Aaron & Lee Bryan of Sasser Georgia--- for sending this ‘writing’ to us.

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.

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