Verses & Poems

“In tears we saw you sinking,

We saw you fade away.

You suffered much in silence,

You fought so hard to stay.

You faced your task with courage,

Your spirit did not bend.

But you still kept on fighting,

Until the very end.

God saw you getting tired,

When a cure was not to be,

So he put his arms around you;

And whispered “Come to me!”.

So when we saw you sleeping,

So peaceful, free from pain.

We could not wish you back,

To suffer that again.

In God’s own time

We will meet again.”

Forever remembered and loved,

by the family.

“In tears we saw you sinking

We watched you fade away.

Our hearts were almost broken

You fought so hard to stay

But when we saw you sleeping

So peaceful, free from pain

We could not wish you

Back to suffer again.

Two tired eyes are sleeping

Two willing hands are still

For one who suffered far too much

Is resting in God’s will.”

A rose once grew where all could see,

sheltered beside a garden wall,

And, as the days passed swiftly by,

it spread its branches, straight and tall.

One day, a beam of light shone through,

a crevice that had opened wide,

The rose bent gently toward its warmth,

then passed beyond to the other side.

Now, you who deeply feel its loss,

be comforted, the rose blooms there,

Its beauty even greater now,

nurtured by God’s own loving care.

The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.
Thou anointest my head with oil.
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

We think of bygone days,

When we were all together.

The family chain is broken now,

But memories live forever.

To us he has not gone away,

Nor has he travelled far.

Just entered God’s eternal home,

and left the gate ajar.

When I must leave you for a little while,

Please do not grieve and shed wild tears,

And hug your sorrow to you through the years.

But start out bravely with a gallant smile,

And for my sake and in my name,

Live on and do 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 cheer,

And I in turn will comfort and hold you near.

And never, never be afraid to die,

For I am waiting for you in the sky!

“When my turn comes to go out of life,

I like to think I shall slip away,

With never a thought or look behind,

Though many voices may bid me stay.

So very sure I shall hope to be

That I shall live on,

Though they think me dead,

I’ll walk right into eternity,

Without so much as turning my head.”

Don’t think of him as gone away--

his journey’s just begun;

life holds so many facets--

this earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting

from the sorrows and the tears

in a place of warmth and comfort

where there are no days and years.

Think how he must be wishing

that we could know, today,

how nothing but our sadness

can really pass away.

And think of him as living

in the hearts of those he touched...

for nothing loved is ever lost--

and he was loved so much.

                      Ellen Brenneman

The seeds of faith are sown 

in the human personality

and grow into mature faith of the

Christian man or woman.

The sown seed must lose its life in order that

it may develop and grow and multiply.

So symbolically, a sheaf of wheat is

 used by Christians to mark the

 passing of a fellow Christian.

Death is not the end

but the beginning of life eternal.

The mature grain in the sheaf is

 the direct symbol of the

Resurrection - the life beyond the grave,

the fulfillment of the promises

of Jesus Christ.

God grant me the serenity

to accept  the things

I cannot change;

courage  to change 

the things I can;

and the

wisdom  to know the difference.