What wretched angel's gross neglect

forsook her in an hour of need?

Had not the road been wet & slick,

had she hurtled at lesser speed,

Lindsay now would be in class,

soon to don the cap & gown,

Her mark to make on waiting world.

Instead, she wears a dazzling crown.

No longer part of Adams race,

not striving with temptation's lies,

She gazes, pure, on Jesus' face

And walks with Him in spangled skies.

Yet, I regret her empty place

And all she was will never be

Revealed upon the mortal earth

Until dawns eternity.