When As of the Way to God

I saw the angels falling and all at once the dead they came a-knocking.

For who would not have said our God had been the victor time and time again from out the folds there far off fields in sin and he who loved us best within.

Upon which we leaned at times but not near enough it seemed to mind.

Of which there to bind as this God of which to find.

The seeking sheep upon he saves and all of us so brave yet bravery mattered little still but as unto this the will.

For which we did or did not still and God had honoured him that will as unto this then shall.

A saving thus indeed from which all we ever want or plead, or what of this to need.

Our God was bottomless indeed.

Stretching far down deep it goes and so in this who knows. From out the lowest hell and there his mercies there as well.

 Little had we uttered except the knowledge there had not have muttered, days into nights from then into knowledge how that God the Father uttered.

Should not have this as been as sundered.

For the Maker of the clay and all else as this then to decay, what from days of old and where we walked the fields untold.

God had loved them there within and so had sacrificed them when, though not as there you know but his own Son did show.

From where a seeking go and him who honoured, them who know, for the which is raised indeed and seated at the right hand of the Father then we plead from what we lack indeed.

What were our days without a breath and what was the sense so there in death.

 From God who loved us best and who had leaned upon his chest, seeking as this God indeed from all we want or truly need but who saves us there the Most indeed.

 God who honoured, them who plead of all we want or truly need, highly exalted there indeed. By in whose sight likewise and so it was the Saviour lived besides.

Though not by powers of man, or forces there as so then vain, as minds as this without a tame (as) there as unto Godhead came.

God himself had came a calling, so what was the sense so there in death but to honoured him who gave us breath.

Of his living wealth as in whose line who came Melchisidec became as of the Saviours line whose Name with his living wealth so whats the purpose there in death.

What purpose does it serve save of our Gods observed.

Who put off mortal clothes and gathered there as into fold from he who seeking knows and so it is the way he goes.

From upwards to the grave and so it is the Godhead made that a fashioned there should made

From which the clothed upon be found besides likewise and all our hopes besides.