LEST WE FORGET 377 I conquered the grave. I gave myself up, In an effort to save. All that you needed, Was a heart of belief. By the first lines of your prayer, I granted relief.” Tyman was speechless; Joyful tears on his cheeks; Thankful the Lord, Forgives the weak. “This bloodshed below, Why do you let it go on?” Tyman asked meekly, “Why allow all this wrong?” “That’s man’s work,” answered Jesus. “They’re free, as you know; And in these tribulations, Their true hearts do show. War causes me great grief, Yet some folks still bring me joy; Some show strong faith, As you did, my boy.” To be called His child, Brought Tyman great peace. His worry, his hurt, Immediately ceased. “Now follow,” commanded Jesus, “There is more you must see.” Gazing down at Saskatchewan, He said, “Look by those trees. That lake, son, is your’s now. The state gave it your name. Lakes are granted titles, Of men sacrificially slain. I made all this nature, For you to behold. I formed this lake for you, Out of ice long ago.” Marvelled by the beauty, By the peace of the scene, Tyman hugged Jesus, Then crouched on one knee. “It’s paradise,” Tyman exclaimed, “Heaven on earth! All mine to bask in, Because you hold me of worth. That men fight for territory, Is truly quite odd; For they should give up the world, To give glory to God.” Tyman stayed fixed, But placed his hand on his breast, He praised, “Thank you, Jesus, In peace I now rest.” To this day, in calm waters, Tyman Lake does reflect, Private Tyman, still postured, In his genuflect; Praying with earnest, From heaven above, That we all might live, In the peace of God’s love. (C) 2019, Joshua Freistadt Private Tyman Above (continued)
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