Don’t grieve for me now, I’m free I’m following the path God laid for me. took His hand when I heard Him callI turned my back and left it all.I could not stay another dayTo laugh, to love, to work or play.Tasks left undone must stay that wayI’ve found my peace at the close of day. If my parting has left a voidThen fill it with remembered joy.A friendship shared, a laugh, a kissAh yes, these things I too will miss. Be not burdened with times of sorrow.I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I’ve savored much.Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too briefDon’t lengthen it now with undue grief.Lift up your heart and share with me.God wanted me now, He set me free.
Sunset and evening star,and one clear call for meAnd may there be no moaning of the bar,when I put out to sea.But such a tide as moving seems asleep,too full for sound and foam,When that which drew from out theboundless deep turns again home.Twilight and evening bell,and after that the dark!And may there be no sadness of farewell,when I embark.For tho’ from out our bourne of time andplace the flood may bear me far,I hope to see my Pilot face to facewhen I have crossed the bar.
There’s an open gate at the end of the road Through which each must go alone And there in a light we cannot seeOur Father claims His ownBeyond the gate your loved oneFinds happiness and restin the thoughtThat a loving God knows best.
A precious one from us has gone,A voice we loved is stilled:A place is vacant in our home,Which can never be filled,God in His wisdom has recalled,And the boon his love has given,And though the body slumbers here,The soul is safe in heaven.
God grant that I may live to fishuntil my dying day,and when it comes to my last castI then must humbly pray.When in the Lord’s safe landing netI’m peacefully asleep.That in His mercy, I be judgedgood enough to keep.
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along a beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. In each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand - one belonging to him and the other to the Lord. When the last scene had flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints and noticed many times along the path there was only one set of footprints in the sand. He also noticed this happened during the lowest and saddest times in his life. This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord. “Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you would walk all the way, but I noticed that during the most troublesome times of my life, there was only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why, when I needed you most, you deserted me.” The Lord replied, “My Precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”
She is the whisper of the leaves as we walk down the street.She is the smell of certain foods we remember,flowers we pick and perfume that she wore.She is the cool hand on our brow when we are not feeling well.She is our breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.She is the sound of the rain that lulls us to sleep and the colors of a rainbow.She is Christmas morning.Our mom lives inside our laughter and she is crystallized in every tear drop.A mom shows every emotion: Happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow… and all the while, hoping and praying we will know only the good feelings in life. She is our greatest protector.She is the place we came from, our first home and she is the map we follow with every step we take.She is our first love, our first friend, even our first enemy; but nothing on earth can separate us. Not time, not space….not even death
For the ocean never ends,A path winds on, though we can’talways see around it’s bends,Our view must stop where earth meets sky,But both stretch on and on,We cannot see our loved ones,Still, we know they are not gone-For God has promised us a homeThrough all eternity,Where life and love continueFar beyond what we can see. -Mary Dawson Hughes
I give you this one thought to keepI am with you still. I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints on snow,I am the sunlight on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning's hush,I am the swift, uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft stars that shine at night.So not think of me as goneI am with you stillin each new dawn.
May the warm winds of heavenBlow softly upon your houseMay the Great SpiritBless all who enter thereMay your moccasinsMake happy tracksin many snowsand may the rainbowAlways touch your shoulder
Grant me the quietness to seein the things of this world,however small or large,however violent or calm,the grace and blessednessof Your design.
May the road rise to meet youMay the wind be always at your backMay the sun shine warm upon your faceThe rain fall soft upon your fieldsAnd, Until we meet againMay God hold you in the palm of His hand.
When God sends forth a tiny soulTo learn the ways of earth,A mother’s love is waiting hereWe call this wonder birth.
When God calls home a little soulAnd stills a fleeting breath,A Father’s love is waiting there,This too is birth, not death.
God took the strength of a mountain,The majesty of a tree.The warmth of a summer sun,The calm of a quiet sea,The generous soul of nature,The comforting arm of night.The wisdom of the ages,The power of the eagle’s flight.Then God combined these qualities,There was nothing more to add,His masterpiece was now complete,He lovingly called it, Dad.
A mother’s love is somethingthat no one can explain,It is made of deep devotionand of sacrifice and pain,It is endless and unselfishand enduring come what mayFor nothing can destroy itor take that love away.To us, you will exist in the flowersand in the trees,And in all things of naturethat God has given meYou are in a world of peace,In happiness foreverIn God’s eternal gardenWhere we will join together.
Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there, I do not sleepI am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints on snow,I am the sunlight on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hush,I am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft stars that shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there, I did not die.
God saw him getting tiredand a cure was not to beSo he put His arms around himand whispered come with me.With tearful eyes wewatched him sufferand saw him fade away,Although we loved him dearlywe could not make him stay.A golden heart stopped beating,hardworking hands laid to rest,God broke our hearts to proveHe only takes the best.
We wanted so much to keep you,We watched you day by day.Until at last with breaking hearts,We saw you slip away.You wore a crown of patience,As you struggled on and on.And the hands that rest forever,Were the hands that were so strong.God watched you while you suffered,And He knew you had your share.He tenderly closed your weary eyes,and took you in His care.
“May you always walk in sunshine, and God’s love around you flow. For the happiness you gave us, no one will ever know.It broke our hearts to lose you, the day God called you home.A million times we’ve needed you, a million times we’ve cried.If love could only have saved you, you never would have died.”
“May you always walk in sunshine, and God’s love around you flow.For the happiness you gave us, no one will ever know.It broke our hearts to lose you, the day God called you home.A million times we’ve needed you, a million times we’ve cried.If love could only have saved you, you never would have died.”
Our Little Angel will always beA precious gift and memory.Our time’s been brief, our hours few,But through the tears and burdens greatOur prayers for strength will emanate.A glimmer of hope will show the wayFor us to go on from day to day.
When I must leave you for a little while,Please do not grieve and shed wild tearsAnd hug your sorrow to you through the years,But start out bravely with a gallant smile;And for my sake and in my nameLive all things the same,Feed not your loneliness on empty days,But fill each waking hour in useful ways,Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheerAnd I in turn will comfort you and hold you near;And never, never be afraid to die,For I am waiting for you in the sky!
There comes a time for all of usWhen we must say good-bye,But faith and hope and love and trustCan never, never die.Although the curtain falls at lastIs that a cause to grieve?The future’s fairer than the pastIf only we believe.
Trust in God’s eternal care--So when the Master callsLet’s say that life is still more fairAlthough the curtain falls.
As you hold me close in memory,even though we are apart,my spirit will live onin the heaven of your heart...I am with you always.When you lean on trusted friendsand their caring hugs enfold you,within their loving armsI will also hold you.I am with you always.
My life is but a weavingBetween my Lord and meI cannot choose the colors,He worketh steadily.
Oft-times He weaveth sorrowAnd I, in foolish prideForget He sees the upper,And I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent,And the shuttles cease to flyshall God unroll the canvas,And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needfulIn the Weaver’s skillful handAs the thread of gold and silverIn the pattern He has planned.
He knows, He loves, He cares,Nothing the truth can dimHe gives His very best to thoseWho leave the choice to Him.
Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there, I do not sleepI am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints on snow,I am the sunlight on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,I am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there, I did not die.-Anonymous
Now the laborer’s task is o’er;Now the battle day is past;Now upon the farther shoreLands the voyager at last.Father, in thy gracious keeping,Leave we now thy servant sleeping.“Earth to earth and dust to dust,”Calmly now the words we say,Left behind, we wait in trustFor the resurrection day.Father, in thy gracious keeping,Leave we now thy servant sleeping.-John Ellerton
Death is nothing at all. I have onlyslipped away into the next room.Whatever we were to each other,we still are. Call me by my oldfamiliar name. Speak to me in thesame easy way you always have.Laugh as we always laughed at thelittle jokes we enjoyed together.Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Life means all that it ever meant.It is the same as it always was. Thereis absolute unbroken continuity.Why should I be out of your mindbecause I am out of your sight?I am but waiting for you, for an interval,somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is past.Nothing has been lost. One brief moment,and all will be as it was before-only better.Infinitely happier. We will be one, together forever.
By Kevin Healy
Christ’s presence is here among us.He reaches down His consoling handHe is here beside us. But, most ofall, He wants us to know that Hehas not taken our loved one. Hehas given back that fullness oflife promised... and one day, hewill give our loved one back to us.Dying, you destroyed our death,Rising, you restored our life.
The clock of life is wound but once,and no man has the powerTo tell just when the hands will stopAt late or early hour,Now is the only time you own,Live, love toil with a will,Place no faith in “tomorrow” forThe hands may then be still.
A limb has fallenfrom our family treeI keep hearing a voice that says,“Grieve not for meRemember the best times,the laughter, the song.The good life I livedwhile I was strong.Continue my heritageI’m counting on you,Keep smiling and surelythe sun will shine through.My mind is at ease,my soul at rest,Remembering allhow I truly was blessed.Continue traditionsno matter how smallGo on with your life,don’t just stare at the wall.I miss you all dearly,so keep up your chinUntil the day comeswe’re together again.”
There are so many wordsI could try to say to youto let you knowhow much you mean to me,but reallythe two most important feelingsI want you to know are...“Thank you”for all your love,and“I love you”with all my heart.
- Deanna Beisser -
Sadly we stand outside the Heavenly GateLeft behind to work to watch and wait.Loved ones pass through as life may will,Though out of sight their spirits with us still.They watch us as we wipe away the tears;Stand beside us as we progress through the years.From the other side they anxiously awaitThe time we join them through the Heavenly Gate.-F. Fairbanks
We feel so sad when those we loveAre touched by death’s dark hand,But it would ease our sorrowIf we could but understandThat death is just a gatewayThat all men must pass throughAnd on the other side of death,In a world that’s bright and new,Our loved ones wait to welcome usTo that land free from all tearsWhere joy becomes eternalAnd time is not counted by years.
It’s difficult when someoneWho is loved cannot be there,But memories that are made and sharedWill keep a loved one near.And God, with loving wisdom,Will be there to guide us through;He’ll help us meet tomorrowAnd He’ll give us strength anew.
I am home in Heaven, dear ones;Oh, so happy and so bright!There is perfect joy and beautyIn this ever lasting light.All the pain and grief is over,Every restless tossing passed;I am now at peace forever,Safely home in Heaven at last.Did you wonder I so calmlyTrod the valley of the shade?Oh! but Jesus’ love illuminatedEver dark and fearful glade.And He came Himself to meet meIn that way so hard to tread;And with Jesus’ arm to lean on,Could I have one doubt or dread?Then you must not grieve so sorely;For I love you dearly still;Try to look beyond earth’s shadows,Pray to trust our Father’s WillThere is work still waiting for you,So you must not idle stand;Do it now, while life remaineth--You shall rest in Jesus’ land.When that work is all completed,He will gently call you home;Oh, the rapture of the meeting,Oh, the joy to see you come!
I still hear the songs, I still see the lights. I still feel your love on cold wintry nights. I still share your hopes and all of your cares, I'll even remind you to please say your prayers.I just want to tell you, you make me proud, You stand head and shoulders above the crowd.Keep trying each moment to stay in His Grace. I came before you to help set your place.You don't have to be perfect all of the time. He forgives you the slip if you continue the climb.To my family and friends please be thankful today. I'm still close beside you, in a new special way.I love you all dearly, now don't shed a tear Cause I'm spending my Christmas with Jesus this year.
If tomorrow starts without me,and I'm not there to see,If the sun should rise,and find your eyesAll filled with tears for me;I wish so much you wouldn't crythe way you did today,While thinking ofthe many things,We didn't get to say.I know how much you love me,As much as I love you,And each time thatyou think of me,I know you'll miss me too;But when tomorrowstarts without me,Please try to understand,That an angel cameand called my name,And took me by the hand.
Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free.I’m following the path God laid for me.I took His hand when I heard Him call.I turned my back and left it all.I could not stay another dayto laugh, to love, to work or play.Tasks left undone must stay that way.I found that peace at close of day.If my parting has left a void,then fill it with remembered joy.A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss.Oh yes, these things I too shall miss.Be not burdened with times of sorrow.I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.My life’s been full, I savored much.Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.Perhaps my time seemed all too brief.Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.Lift up your heart and share with me.God wanted me now.He set me free.
I am standing on the seashore. A ship atmy side spreads her white sails to morningbreeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is anobject of beauty and strength. Then someone at my side says,“There! She’s gone!”Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all.She is just as large in mast and hull andspar as she was when she left my side.She is just as able to bear her load of living weight toher destined harbor. Her diminished size is in me, not in her.And just at the moment when someone at my sidesays, There! She’s gone!There are other eyes watching her coming.Other voices ready to take up the glad shout,“There she comes!”His Transition is complete
Lord, I love to do the polkaThe happy music can’t be beatWhen I hear that snappy rhythmWings seem to grow upon my feetWhen my time here is up they can play a polkaNo sad organ music for meNo tears, no flowersJust polka musicAnd I’ll come dancingLord to theeAmen
Be not sorrowful that I am goneAnd my earthly life is doneBe not sad I passed awayFor in you, my children,I live each dayThere is a little of meIn all of you,In each new one I live anewSo you see,I’ll never really be goneAs long as there are childrenTo carry onI’ve had my share ofLove, sorrow and strifeI have lived a full and fruitful lifeSo do not mournAnd do not weepFor I have earnedThis peaceful sleep
“Just a farmer”, you said, and I laughed ‘cause I knewAll the things that farmers must be able to do.They must study the land, then watch the skyAnd figure just when is the right time and why.To sow and to plant, to buy and to sell,To go to market with cattle and well…You know the books that farmers must keepTo pay all those taxes and be able to sleep.And you know the fixin’ that farmers must doWhen machines like mad monsters break a gasket or two.I guess when God needed folks to care for this earthHe chose “just farmers” ‘cause he knew their true worth.
When I come to the end of the roadand the sun has set for meI want no rite in a gloom filled roomwhy cry for a soul set free.Miss me a little - but not for long.And not with your head bowed low.Remember the lovethat we once sharedMiss me - but let me go.For this is a journeythat we all must takeand each must go aloneIt's all part of the Master's planA step on the road to home.when you are lonelyand sick of heartGo to the friends we knowAnd bury your sorrowsin doing good deedsMiss me - but let me go
God saw him getting tired
and a cure was not to beSo he put His arms around himand whispered come with me.With tearful eyes wewatched him sufferand saw him fade away,Although we loved him dearlywe could not make him stay.A golden heart stopped beating,hardworking hands laid to rest,God broke our hearts to proveHe only takes the best.
Lent ChildI’ll lend you for a little whileA child of mine, said God.For you to love the while he livesAnd mourn for when he’s dead.It may be six or seven yearsOr forty two or three,But will you, till I call him back,Take care of him for me?He’ll bring his charm to gladden youAnd should his stay be brief-You’ll have his lovely memoriesAs a solace for your grief.I cannot promise he will staySince all from earth return,But there are lessons taught belowI want this child to learn.I’ve looked the whole world overIn my search for teachers true,And from the things that crowdlife’s lane, I chose you.Now will you give him all your love?Nor think the labor vain;Nor hate him when I come to takeThis lent child back again?I fancied that I heard him say-“Dear Lord, thy will be done,”For all the love the child will bringThe risk of grief - we’ll run,We will shelter him with tenderness,We’ll love him while we mayAnd for the happiness we’ve knownForever grateful stay.But should Thy Angels call for himMuch sooner than we’ve plannedWe’ll brave the bitter grief that comesAnd we’ll try to understand.
He’s Only Gone OnAt last his gallant soul‘TOOK FLIGHT’Into the ‘LANDWHERE THERE IS NO NIGHT’...But his name is CARVEDin OUR HEARTS to stayAs we think of the thingsthat he used to say...So he is not dead,he’s only ‘GONE ON’Into a ‘BRIGHTER,MORE WONDERFUL DAWN’...For men like himwere not born to dieBut, like the SUNthat shines in the SKY,They warm the ‘earth’and the ‘hearts of men’And in HAPPY REMEMBRANCEThey live again...So while he sleepsand his voice is still,His spirit goes on
There are hermit souls that live withdrawnIn the place of their self-content;There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,In a fellowless firmament;There are pioneer souls that blaze the pathsWhere highways never ran-But let me live by the side of the roadAnd be a friend to manLet me live in a house by the side of the roadWhere the race of men go by-The men who are good and the men who are bad,As good and as bad as I.I would not sit in the scorner's seatNor hurl the cynic's ban-Let me live in a house by the side of the roadand be a friend to man.I see from my house by the side of the roadBy the side of the highway of life,The men who press with the ardor of hope,The men who are faint with the strife,But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,Both parts of an infinite plan-Let me live in a house by the side of the roadAnd be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,And mountains of wearisome height;That the road passes on through the long afternoonAnd stretches away to the night.And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoiceAnd weep with the strangers that moan,Nor live in my house by the side of the roadLike a man who dwells alone.Let me live in my house by the side of the road,Where the race of men go by-They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,Wise, foolish - so am I.Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,Or hurl the cynic's ban?Let me live in my house by the side of the roadAnd be a friend to man.-Sam Walter Foss
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