Unfolding the Rose

 It is only a tiny rosebud, a flower of God's design.
 But I cannot unfold the petals with these clumsy hands of mine.
 
 And 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 wisdom to unfold this life of mine?
 
 So I'll trust in Him for leading each moment of every day.
 I will look to Him for His guidance each step of the pilgrim way.
 
 The pathway that lies before me, only my Heavenly Father knows.
 I'll trust Him to unfold the moments, just as He unfolds the rose.

~ © Bryan T. Burgess ~

                                   

In Times Like These

Help me in times like these
To braver be;
Trusting each trying day,
For strength from Thee.

Help me to keep my faith
When funds are low;
Guide me to wisely plan
The way to go.

Help me to learn to smile
Beneath the load;
And lift some struggling one
Along the road.

Help me to walk by faith,
And not by sight,
Knowing in God's good time,
All will be right.

Mary E. Milton

I Said A Prayer For You Today

 I said a prayer for you today,
And know God must have heard.
I felt the answer in my heart
Although He spoke no word.
I didn't ask for wealth or fame,
I knew you wouldn't mind.
I asked Him to send treasures
Of a far more lasting kind.
I asked that He'd be near you
At the start of each new day,
To grant you health and blessings
And friends to share your way.
I asked for happiness for you
In all things great and small,
But it was for His loving care
I prayed the most of all.
Author Unknown

SLOW DANCE

 Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
 You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
 
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
 You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
 
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
 You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
 
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift..
Thrown away.
 Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

 
This poem was written by David Weatherford