IN LOVING MEMORY OF AGNES HILDA WALL-JANZEN-KLAASEN (January 11, 1938 – April 9, 2022)
In contemplating our family’s loss, I felt it incumbent upon me to write a tribute, not only for Grandma, but for all of her family—for our family. Each one of us will face death one day. Each one of us fights a battle. A battle with ourselves—and, sometimes, with God. Each one of us searches for relief—for solace—in one way or another. In the end, though, we will discover that there is only one place we will find it.
There is a mighty river upon a mighty shore; There is a surging current behind an iron door; There is a life-long battle within each living soul, Of every surging heart-beat recorded in the Scroll. The river—is it God’s heart? The iron portal—bars? The surging current—lifetime? That doorway—is it ours? And who will break the death-bands, And burst the stubborn locks Of all our bound-up sorrows And all our human loss? Who looks with eyes of pity upon our weakening frame, And reaches down to save us from all our self-made pain? What eyes look down the lost years And ask us to believe That what we thought was wreckage Can a brand-new life receive? A river—Yes! A River! Bursting with bright tides, That bursts the chains of darkness, and rolls back all the lies Of pride and envy, doubts and fears, of all our doors inside That bound us in one lifetime, but no more shall reside— As Jesus looks upon us, and listens to our cries, And opens wide those flood-gates, and with our spirit flies To new heights where His River is flowing wide and clear, And bursting back each locked door So Life shall know no tear.
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