Its only a tiny Rosebud,
A flower of Allah’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
The flower Allah opens so sweetly…
In my hands would fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of Allah’s design…
Then how can I think I have Wisdom,
to unfold this Life of Mine?
So, I’ll trust in Him for His Leading…
Each moment of every day.
And I’ll look to Him for His guidance..
Each step of the pilgrim way
For the pathway that lies before me..
May Allah Knows.
I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the Rose…
