A Crown of Providence

The day began with tears of emotion and excitement, And all set in His plan predestined ever before His creation That two little souls would be united for a purpose With God it would be revealed, but to mankind, hidden always. Twenty four milestones have been crossed with thorns and roses trod, No mortal on their rescue was prepared to seek them into safe arms; Yet it is HE Who has carried the twain souls in His Arms. Mockery lashed at them; stones pelted at them; rivalry set ‘gainst them; Stories cooked ‘gainst them; venom spewed at them, It was God-sent angels who hid them in their wings. Predators set to eat their flesh and blood but in vain, For it is His Providence That carried them in His Bosom. They crossed sixteen milestones, and on the way to Seventeenth, God revealed His plan unto them with a Gift from His Arms, And three souls have been added into His Fold. Their Twenty fifth milestone is set to walk further, And the three souls have laid themselves in His Arms. Heaven crowned the three with His Golden Promise And they shall be in His Providence till the ages go.