| A young, new preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher in the garden one day and feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was inquiring of the older preacher. The older preacher walked up to a rosebud 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 old 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 for his ministers. Because of his high respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to TRY to unfold the rose, while keep every petals intact... it wasn't long before he realised how impossible it was to do so, Notice the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, 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 sweetly When in my hands they fade and die If I cannot unfold a rosebud This flower of God's design Then how can I think I have the wisdom To unfold this life of mine So I'll trust in him for his leading Each moment of every day I look to him to his guidance Each step of the pilgrim way The path way that lies before he Only my heavenly Father knows I'll trust him to unfold the moments Just as He unfold the rose |
| :: Will of God :: |