A poem about helplessness and acceptance. <3 all of you! It's only a tiny rosebud, A flower of God's design; But I can not 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 easily, but in my hands they die; If I can not unfold a rosebud, this flower of God's design; Then how can I have the wisdom, to unfold this life of mine, So I'll trust in God for leading, each moment of my day, I will look to God for guidance, in each step of the way. The path that lies before me, Only my Lord knows; I'll trust God to unfold the moments, Just as he unfolds the rose. -unknown

Live to learn, so you can learn to live.