When What Was Had Unto His Throne

I will take my refuge with the Lord of the twilight. In shadows bright or darkest night. Oh, say I will blessed be the Rock and the rock of salvation firmly stand. Rang out from the halls It wound round and round the city square unto the hills where it finally echoed there. That among the people they might have entered in told from this the songs they sing. No other noise perhaps of music borne but the soden heavy years sown with toil blood and sweat and tears. That may have echoed finally in refrain until the hills catch up the tune. May the rock of my salvation finally stand. Of duty borne and worn the heavy years passed for all assembled here. Many were the tears that day the fears the hopes the years though having not seen him as of yet of whom we often heard and somehow loved and feared. That in tavern square near the throng around. Where The faithless believing often came and took and gathered near. You know those lies people so often tell at candlelight with a softened rebell yell of how they came and heard and often feared the trodding round of the ever present golden years wasted in this our ever present fears. Known in this his very song that he was singing over us though perhaps unheard there yet all along. Knowing this that he had healed your life that day and so there changed along the way from a withered now once made a whole anew so that no longer just a tool for service but a whole meal an appetizer spread there unto the Lord just as it were your hidden prying eyes kept safe in this for all its spies. A cover hidden underground safely there for all who found. Knowledge there perhaps or just a path anew sown from the heavy dropping of the load from at the hands of he who sowed it all above a new. With that the humble furrows plowed the abiding there of God. A name a thing a place it seemed redeemed almost as one of the rest from among him come so like in this a name reflected what in this and writ within the blood. Much as we once ourselves had always been hiding always shadowed even over of the Father. A furrow also and within the crown of thorns. Stretched forth unto us all for the saving of the soul as seen from the beginning to the end regardless of who was plowing there. Will it be presentable allowable even is something only he could say that in this the Crown of thorns. Though how we once had knew him as Savior of us all and the past we call humbly from the darkness gathered unto he who holds it all. That abiding One of God A comforter in this as of much his only people. Though to them who called his name unto them before whom he came. Better that than the servant the Master had found so doing it seemed perhaps was not reason be it that of the Scriptures. And so being found at his Word in the way that they should having mishandled all the tools. Misplaced mislaid them and so had of forgave that in this they could not find the empty grave. Had they only knew that he had saved my life that day and kept too along the way. Though what of this he only knew not liking to leave there the refuge surely there my only company. To be there back again had of meant God himself that day. Or in this the abiding there of God Father there unto us all. Redeemed as with the saints and angels tell time itself would often swell. And bought there by the blood that we had of not been without him in the end. A hand in this restored had of meant the fingerprint of God. A hand in this restored had of been the hand of God unto us all. Though telling there in this had of made all the difference in this world between stretched out upon the sands and one who had of come on down from there the Lord. It was from a mighty long way at last he come. Though for us the trusting the hoping patient ones knowing maybe perhaps he might not have let us into Heaven admittance granted in this of him so nearly yet still there so fearing. Even if the skies should split apart that day Heavens broke come down upon us now. Feet downwards towards a mountain of which he had so often prayed hoped waited stayed upon him our Lord in prayer. And a book so often closed once among us had so often told so find answer there. And write the joy for each and there us all. Had of gave it back unto his Lord.