When At Last Whatever Might Have Hoped There Would

All thats left to say David wished to build a house for God that day there unto a long the way. Be it said as ages told and time itself had come and swelled that perhaps in it hidden lay the strength of all the ages on those dusty grimy pages. Strange enough it seemed that God should become a human being like unto us so then it made as of earth and flesh and bone part of dust and mortal clay so as tended towards decay. Soon to say the same arrival of some friends mailed off from danger, sent in rather in their place instead to minister. As in fashion right as Christ the Lord. Same order nearly from hence forth sprang he came. Though what sort of these we was not able except save that Christ himself should minister. Being not nearly hidden as so often though to find buried neatly in the ground. Rather, as the rabies often said walking in and sitting down that in Christ his leaving he then fitted us for Heaven. Considering really how fit I then should be, had ceased there murmur for a time. Revealed in us, himself the Lord. With the strangers taking sides in making, seemed only fitting truly that his house of rest between us be not buried underground. To say any less would have resulted in some confused looking sheep. Not that the king would have wanted there a taking sides with error. Though had you asked him how often would he have said God our refuge is that shieldeth us from danger. A certain man had set out to build and not to finish where he would. Again that certain man the king took a notion surely before he himself had started burning. A house built along the way would have offered shelter from the day. First that God might be blessed and that the people would have whereever they roamed. Pretty sure that was where God called him from. When the stranger uniting at last returned though quite oft perhaps in danger. We had been awakened surely by a pounding there at dawn. Not that we were all asleep of course or were not able. Rather when at last he staggered in though to us it seemed at least a few short times. Not that so long surely between his coming and returning so that in all we had of witnessed the places been and often seen. It was this man perhaps that ushered in the divine from fears to heart and mind. We gave him room above the stairs. With a lasting sort of peace that promised hope and from our fears released. Though without a doubt we hoped had not been waiting there for hours. All throughout the long night hours through the rain the wind the snow the blizzard unnoticed even in the dark it seems. A statue man half unnoticed more the time. Who would not but with purity dwell nor come and make his home with clay. Maybe not the Savior clear enough to see that day the Promised One the hoped for even but the peace he brought to all who saw. Perhaps our God there looking down he himself despite the Crown.