When Waits For Us His Time

The brick upon the walls so there would have tell us of the olden buildings bare. The shadow of himself which care, the express image of so there. Of what could not been seen at times the shadow of the Father thine, just like him at times. From all thats been done there starting off as in the village there without a cost, the bricks with mud were made, just as in Egypt long ago, the backs were bent from what we know. Then the army came, a rising up so there as of God himself who sware. That the men should be so there allowed to worship there. In holiness besides a seeking God likewise. Though some had not of known or cared. The army of men so there had raised, they dropped their words and there engaged. There upon the field of blades, well it was a sight to made except it be then so afraid. The image of the God who made man so to do his will you know. A fight in freedoms wars had of meant there him who offered him who swored him who keeps the Most adored. In the gray twilight on they struggled, the shadow of the Father doubled. For toil to keep alive and much as this to thrive. Still the bricks the tale they told as the hands that made them chose. To tell worn with age and years as well. That the life made clay that day born from flesh unto decay. On them the shadow lay. An inheritance incorruptible above is kept so there of God above. And so it has been born above just so as the Father chose as well times of rest for us to spell. Himself a seeking well, who made all things new it said and so so there the price was wed as there on him was said. Though the battles far from over when alls been said and done and in this the victories finally won. And just as said as it was done the image of the Father One.