Walter Summerford

Off to battle, he rode in World War I.
He led his calvary into war!
Then, was struck by lightning
Off his steed! He fell, paralyzed and dumb.

Six years later, as he fished,
He was beneath a sycamore tree,
Down fell the lightning bolt to lift the curse
His legs were now able to walk; set free!

Oh, God had blessed what He had cursed
And like Jonah in the belly of the whale,
The tree which He gave He also first
Lay to the silence of the gale

What God had given He had taken away.
So thus, he ambled on so happily
Walking free and true and good.
Yet, six years later, he was struck, could

It be that he was then paralyzed again?
Yes indeed it was, was it curse or freak
No one knows, but frightful of his life
He could no longer walk, and was meek.

Then he died, and laid to rest
His tombstone was struck again.
Was God a tyrant or was He just?
Yet, it proved He was once a man.

To philosophize upon this story
Lightning struck thrice, yet first
It hurt, and second relieved
Yet third it was a curse.

Why would God allow such things?
It is unknown to all Scholastic men.
It just shows God is truly real
So it were better to be His friend.

Yet it were for one more verse
I shall now tell you with this song:
Like Job, Walter had not cursed
But rather he suffered long.