A young, new pastor was walking with an older, more seasoned pastor in the garden one day and feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was inquiring of the older pastor.  The older Pastor walked up to a rosebush and handed the young pastor a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals.

The young pastor looked in disbelief at the older pastor 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 ministry.

Because of his high respect for the older pastor, he proceeded to TRY to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact . . .  It wasn’t long before he realized how impossible it was to do so.

Noticing the younger pastor’s inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, the older pastor began to recite the following poem . . .

UNFOLDING THE ROSEBUD
By Charlie Gilchrist

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 wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

So I’ll trust in Him for His 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.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I’m not shouting,  “I am saved.”
I’m whispering, “I get lost”
That is why I chose this way.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble
And need someone to be my guide.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I am weak
And pray for strength to carry on.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed
And cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I’m not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are too visible
But God believes I’m worth it.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
Which is why I seek HIS name.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority
I only know I’m loved.

Speak gently, it is better by far to rule by love than fear.
Speak gently, Let no harsh word mar the good you may do here.

Speak gently to the young,
for they will have enough to bear; pass through this life as best they may,

Speak gently to the aged one.
Grieve not the care-worn heart, whose sands of life are nearly run, let such in
peace depart.

Speak gently, kindly, to the poor, let no harsh tone be heard.
They have enough they must endure without an unkind word.

Speak gently.  .  .  ’tis a little thing dropped in the heart’s deep well;
The good, the joy that it may bring eternity shall tell.