Just a Word

It is God's prefect timing for us to rejoice in His perfect ways. We should not trade a single moment for it. Here is a poem that can be appreciate for this time.

The Thorn
I stood a mendicant of God before His royal throne
And begged Him for one priceless gift that I could call my own.
I took the gift from out His hand, but as I would depart
I cried,"But Lord, this is a thorn! And it has pierced my heart."
He said, "My child, I give good gifts and gave My best to thee."
I took it home,and though at first the cruel thorn hurt sore,
As long years passed I learned at last to love it more and more.
I leraned He never gives a thorn without this added grace:
He takes the thorn to pin aside the veil that hides His face.
                      -Martha Snell Nicholson,