A little poem written when Grandma Maxwell died, over twenty four years ago.
Oh Lord, how happy Thou must be
To have her now so close to Thee;
To see her bow before Thy throne
And give Thee fruits of all she’s sown.
Oh Lord, how happy she must be
To know Thee in Thy majesty,
To praise Thy name with rapturous song,
A special voice amidst that throng.
Oh Lord, how happy we should be
To see her leave, but not to flee;
We know she’s waiting for that day
When Thou shalt bring us home to stay.
Oh Lord, how happy then we’ll be,
United with herself and Thee;
We long to praise Thy name so blest,
And join her in her blissful rest.
(19/12/88)
