-- Author Unknown --

 

"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 --
The flower God opens so sweetly
     In my hands would fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud
     This flower of God'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
     My heavenly Father knows --
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments
     Just as He unfolds the rose.

  

 

 

"The Rose" - Bette Midler

  Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And You its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the Son's love
In the spring becomes The Rose.

  

 

 

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