When What Has Was By Him Found 

I could not tell you what it meant to us there among the crowd having the altar covered so such that it was bowed. God himself the God of thunder lightnings flash and crash and mutter. When scarce a word should we have uttered save that for one foolish little boy the one I nurtured standing forth among the crowd. No longer little but grown there quite a bit and in his fathers absence had been filling in it seems. Not having known his father first well what sense was there to make of that. Only for but the little boy the kings though perhaps who his mother was not quite so clear to me (see). Perhaps I regretted some of what we did. To see him standing out so proud just ready to have gave answer there the Lord. Save for that some possession even what of other function of the table to wash our sins to make us clean to be that in some other way it seems. That in the absence maybe our God should have been seen more clearly not quite there as mean. Perhaps it was not there so quite of what it seemed. That the land should have been joined there side by side. No longer rose a rumble in the distance filled with flash and crash of drums. Instead something distance familiar even in the dust that settled around us all and there lay too but for that and thus the table. To have said there once was stories a revealing things that had been covered even. All that was plain to see in the dust of what was made naked laid bare before his eyes God of our surprise. Since the wisdom calls forth in the streets all of which were Gods. The voice understanding even to have heard also what it means. Getting answered by such a little child. His fathers absence surely could have caused or such as nearly. Though never absent was he not afraid alone or frightened in the absence rather being strong tired from holding on so long. (Having held there on so long). At the arising it would mean far above what we could ever bring seen or ever hope to mean. That in the sense and justice an arising there and must us. That it is God who lights the fire brings the stones makes something none of us than bone lost along away from home. Having climbed ourselves into the flame lost and far away what would call itself so tme things as this without a name having fire one off there in return. Having met with God itself that day it was him they met along the way. Surely to return to him his robes. Asked all thats simply been. All that left to say to him of what they mean. All that there remained the Word of which we found standing outward looking down there to bear for us the Crown complete in this the victors gown. Looking outward looking down complete in this redeemed for us the victors Crown. (I guess if fathers) Had of sons and each of these the wayward ones. Amongst all the people waiting there. God himself that day safely kept along the way.