Let it Unfold

Psalm 121

A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?

2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;

4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;

6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.

7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;

8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

Just Let it Unfold

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 Would in my hands fade and die. If I cannot unfold a rose bud This flower of God's design. Then how can I think I have wisdom To unfold this life of mine? So I'll trust Him for His leading Each moment of every day; And I'll look to Him for His guidance Each step of the pilgram 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. --unknown