Here is a poem written by the great-grandfather of our son Jamison. It comforting to consider that one day the divisions in our family that came about without the consenting will of all those involved will become of no importance.
Thank you for the poem.

I See The Truth

The grass was soft,
The evening warm,
There restful I did lie.
I asked God to speak to me.
He sent a firefly.

The air was still. There on the hill.
Great clouds in massive form.
I asked God to speak to me.
He sent a thunderstorm.

In sunshine or in darkness,
When life was good or bad,
There were times when I knew,
He was all I had.

One day I'll stand at Heaven's door.
There the Truth I'll see.
Jesus, With open arms
He waits to welcome me.

M. Tyacke