Though What Had We To Do

Though who was I to have known in what of this too dear Shaboo with what we had to do. I myself having also knew a vision of the lake at times for it was much as was his precious blood writ within my heart and mind so to keep and there to seek and bind. Almost as those stones precious in this too kept for them that knew. A new name as it were therein in it too though what of that he knew. Though the time at last had came for me to finish truly to keep and wear it well. How I would have liked to seen his hands at times rather than thus as well the feet we knew of them that served and did his will or so we thought at times. Though who was to know or ever told that of the journey dear and what of all we knew. Dear God above at times to keep and wear it well, though much traded as it were as we often told it was for the greater good. This chain of gold of what the wives and oh Abba Father what and all the crown of thorns. How in had you bore it all at times providing surely was all I asked for even for that and for my nation. Though as we should have known always were they yours. Thus it was a bonfire in the square lit within a beacon fire a signal surely of what all we wrought so nearly. That at last there when my time had come to fade, whatever it meant there in that or in just the poison of the page. As surely as it would this tree of life and death it were. Which is why now there at this time I found sick within sinsick surely form what was writ within taken traded and hid within the world. A final mission as it were the One seated there upon his throne above missing surely waiting nearly. For he had never ceased within his days to wipe the writing off the page. Not in need of help it were of a good defending or as it were a restoring of his glory. Now within the time had come to die though what of that I knew, tried and tested held it true. A simple phrase in this writ within the Book of Days much as it were a good passphrase through Heavens gates of glory to keep it wear and will. God above bent to earthly space and time and fame and who do you think it would have won of these? A blackness surely nothing really no one here to hear my call or so as when to catch us when we fall. A death in this so truly that some have felt so nearly, that nowhere were you half so good as these as the Life in this contained. A stolen really a tossed out from the garden. Shaboo, of what you though you knew of them that had to do. This Father God a champion of our time kept within the heart and mind no longer would this pace he fill but kept the room and bore it well. As I began at last to understand that this man of which I see was nothing more than Jesus Christ of Galilee. So often to our hearts and minds he came the One who kept the sheep and found them tame. He above it was no other name as it was in this proclaimed. God it was of all our time writ within our hearts and mine take now the best in this for it is a fitting for the rest. Oh God of all our time in this the most Divine, you it is upon the fold who kept and sanctioned days of old and now I come to dwell. Not of I or me or mine but of God himself Divine so often as he said before and of saints and angels often tore the drama of the age kept and hid within the page and now what therein to do with the sacred We of God. Now a facing down with whom we had to do as well. Going on a journey as it were almost to the throne. That kept within and argued still.