O Maggie, O Maggie, my sweet friend,
Together we grew up, we ran and played;
We watched others wither, and come to their end,
Just all brought us closer, was for that it was made.
O Maggie, O Maggie, for a while we strayed,
Into sin’s path and away from God;
We came to our senses and our lives were both laid,
At the feet of Jesus, He became our Lord.
O Maggie, O Maggie, you were here for a while,
Didn’t seem long, but it sure was good;
You were wise and good, and that lovely smile,
Together Maggie, we were alive in the Lord.
O Maggie, O Maggie, then you fell sick,
I never saw anyone, no one that brave;
I prayed to the Lord, I felt sure he’d do the trick,
But the day came, and we laid you in the grave.
O Maggie, O Maggie, you ain’t half missed,
That sweet love of yours to me was given;
I could sing all day, go through a list,
But now sweet Maggie, you belong to Heaven.
O Maggie, O Maggie, now you’re way too high,
For us to rap and run and play;
Enjoying the Lord and your home in the sky,
But I’m coming Maggie, coming to join you, one sweet day.
(For Margaret my lovely Sister who’s with Jesus now)
(© James R. Hamilton – Written Thursday, 15th, January, 2004)