God's Time And Way... Poem by MBJ Pancras

God's time was not at hand.
His business was to shape them
Who were chased out of their family knot,
With less possessions set lout to tread on thorns,
Yet the thorns pricked theirs with less pain,
For He handled them delicately.
They were just in two and longed for the third,
But His time was not yet bloomed.
Rather He builtl; theml not to be ashamed.
Mundane curses hit them, but not fatally, '
For He had kept them under His wings.
They longed for the third with tears rollind down;
But His time had not yet revealed.
God walked with them and they never fell.
Like al; sudden lightning in the cloudy sky.
He answered their longing for the third,
The third was sent to them meaningfully.
They rejoiced with the meaningful Gift-
The Gift of God Whose time was finally revealed.
Drenched in the showers of joy they uttered,
Whose utterances that no one figured out,
For each utterance has had the divine touch.