Though Blessings Tarry Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Though many in Christ may truly strive
Though precious seed we sow
It seems but only tares can thrive
And Satan’s weeds can grow

So oft in life we plant our seed
With good intent in mind
Then see through pest through evil weed
God’s help is hard to find

God seems averse to see success
Hesitant to a fault
Reluctant to help, lift or bless
Those seasoned with His salt

Thinking The Lord pays little heed
However hard they toil
However high the tare and weed
However dry the soil

How long they ask has man to serve?
Must death stretch forth it’s hand?
Does not a child of God deserve?
The goodness of the Land!

Though shameful fruit grows straight and tall
Though sinners seem to thrive
No child of God will ever fall
Who’s faith can keep alive

For Jesus’ timing’s always right
God’s arm is never short
Its we, who stay The Lord’s delight
Who doubt the true report

Tarry my child is God’s command
Hold fast my love and wait
To you the fruit your God has planned
Will never come too late…