"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no
more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain:
for the former things are passed away."
(Revelation 21:4, KJV)
What is happening to our children?
What is tearing up this land?
They need someone strong to lead them
Someone's got to take a stand
Three's a child afraid of living
And the one who's scared he'll die
All so different, but the truth is,
All have asked the question, "Why?"
The babies crying cause he's lonely
The kid who's eyes have turned to hate
And the fear is running rampant
Tell me, what will; be their fate?
And it's nearly time for Christmas
This should be what fills small heads
Not death and dying or disaster
Love should fill their life instead
So take a hand and put it in yours
Get down on your knees and pray
Put aside your cares for this night
Allow our Lord to show the way
~ Connie K Cameron ~
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Yesterday she was my daughter
Today she sits and waits.
She is just inside Heaven's gate
Thinking we are running late.
We all have one thing in common
We love and miss her so.
We did not appreciate her then
Until she had to go.
The Lord did not pick the time
To bring her home with Him.
I do not understand the reasons
Our lives were made so dim.
If I could change her leaving
If it could only be done.
I would have gladly changed our places
If I could have been the one.
When I think about leaving
How untimely it all seemed.
Yesterday she was planning
Today is just a dream.
Mom is now in Heaven
Her boy she had to leave.
He has fond memories of her
And tries hard not to grieve.
WE have an advantage over him
As we look into his face.
His mother is reflected in his eyes
For us he takes her place.
~ Brady C. Ervin ~
ANGEL IN HEAVEN
I am tired and want to die,
I am not Atlas, but still
try to hold up the sky.
But it is not your sky I hold up,
it is her heaven, over violent sea.
she needs my help--I need help,
sunset-- I am down to knee.
If my arms weaken--
I loose faith,
my young angel,
will disappear into ocean--
Every morn I stand,
when ocean is quiet,
and clouds resemble
My angel in heaven,
sea spray can lash my face,
wind can howl in my ears--
I will still hold your heaven in place,
from falling in the ocean of tears.
~ Keith Collard ~
I felt so alone in the darkness
It all seemed so hopeless and long
The night that took me by surprise
The night I was without a song!
My mind unleashed such terror
The thoughts and fears were there
Surrounded by 'what if's' and the 'could be's'
I anguished and laid my soul bare.
He stood beside me, unhindered
By my battle so fierce and so strong
His Hand touched me with such power
He said "I've been here all along!"
I lifted my eyes to behold Him
That stormy night when I could not see
But His Presence overpowered all my darkness
His great peace was His Light for me!
He reminded me of other such nights
When I gave Him all that was dear
My life, my family so precious
Exchanging His love for my fear!
He said, "Do you think I am poor
In keeping the gifts given to Me?
Your greatest treasures on earth
Now rest in a Hand you can't see!"
"My Hand safely hides all you value
You gave me what you aren't to hold
Will you trust Me to be a good steward
To take care of the sheep in My fold?"
"You'll never be ashamed or disappointed
When you deposit your life in Me
I know how to take care of My children
And all things in your darkness - I see."
~ Jeannine Wight ~
beyond the sunsets end
The skies are bright and fair
No shadows dim, no darkness falls
The land is peaceful there
Someone with the power to heal
To guide and understand
Is waiting there to claim our fears
And take us by the hand
So when a dear one heeds the call
Our hearts should be at rest
For there beyond the rainbow end
A loving God knows best
~ Unknown ~
grieve for me, for now I'm free.
I'm following the path God laid, you see.
I took His hand when I heard him call.
I turned around and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I've found the peace on a sunny day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joys.
A family shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Oh 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 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 hearts and peace to thee.
God wanted me now; He set me free.
~ Unknown ~
SET ME FREE
So much to tell you
Since I went away
I just can't explain
You won't believe this place.
The joy I felt
When Jesus took my hand
"Come with me now Wanda
Your journey has come to an end."
"What about my family?"
I asked with concern
"The pain they must feel
I don't want them to hurt."
Jesus looked at me
With a smile on his face
"I am with them always
They will be safe."
"We are going home now Wanda
Let me show you the way
Some family is there
Just at Heavens gate."
The angels were singing
The trumpets so loud
Such beautiful music
The chant of the crowd.
As we entered the gates
I looked all around
Someone yelled my name
I recognized the sound.
To my surprise
By God's wonderful grace
My husband, my son
The smile on their face.
The reunion we had
I missed them so much
I held them so long
So much to discuss.
"There is time for that Wanda."
Jesus said to me
"Time to meet my father
And it is only through me."
"A crown you have earned
And everlasting life
A reward to you
For such a wonderful life."
I just can't believe
How great I feel
There is no more pain
I am no longer ill.
To my family, my friends
And those who loved me
Do not be sad
For happy I will be.
This is not good-bye
For it is not the end
I will see you again
When your journey will end.
So no more crying
For I have made it home
With Jesus in heaven
Right where I belong.
We will soon be
When you come home to Heaven
To your Father and me.
I'll be waiting
At Heaven's gate
I will be up front
The one chanting your name.
Until that time
Be happy for me
Live your life for God
The way I taught you to be.
When you look to the heavens
Know that's where I'll be
Dancing for the Lord
For all of eternity.
Glory to God
To his house he has guided me
Glory to God
He has set me free!
~ Marca Washburn ~
She was only ours
For just a little while
A precious gift for God
And now his Angel child.
We didn't see it coming
It hit us by surprise
For when she left this world
A part of us also died.
God decided he needed her
So from this world she left
She took a piece of all of us
Our hearts is what she kept.
We try to understand
And probably never will
Just remember to trust in God
And pray the pain will heal.
We long to see her face
And little hand to hold
But now she walks with Jesus
On Heaven's streets of gold.
All our sadness
And all our pain
God please be with us
And let us smile again.
In a blink of an eye
As your word reads
You will come to take us home
There will her for all of eternity.
So we will not be afraid
For our Angel is alright
The best Father in the whole wide world
Is holding her tonight.
~ Marca Washburn ~
My heart was so heavy
With sadness and sorrow.
The day was so dark
I could not see tomorrow.
Hope seemed so dim
Through the tears that I cried.
I could not see You Lord
The day that s(he) died.
I remembered Your promise
To be by my side.
For always Youíre with me
In You I abide.
In the midst of the darkness
Your hand touched my soul.
You drew me so close
And made me whole.
There are times that I cry
Alone with just me.
When the silence comes crashing
Like a storm-troubled sea.
There are times that I laugh now
When I remember the years.
That we shared together
Through the good times and tears.
The peace oh Lord
The memories You bring.
Fills my life with hope
Make my heart strings sing.
Draw me close to Your side
And lead me gently on.
Give me hope for tomorrow
Till the dark turns to dawn.
Open my heart Lord
Let out the sorrow.
Pour in your spirit
And hope for tomorrow.
I need Your touch Lord
On my heart this hour.
Fill me with Your love
With Your healing power.
© July 2002 John L. Stevens
May I please speak with my mother?
I know she's Yours now,
but you see I have no other
I know it's late
and I should've called earlier
but it's just now I see the storm whipping,
waves steeping and curlier
Truth be told
I didn't realize how necess'ry
it was to be kind to her,
that she wasn't an old scarf or similar access'ry
Yet I wore her
and wore her down
I berated her
Oh, God! If I'd only known
So if I could just tell her
Mom, I love youó
I know You understand
my repentant point of view
So, can You put her on, please?
Just for a minute...
Mom? Hi, I'm still troubled
Don't know how else to spin it
I love you, Mom
through my failures and heartache;
I'm list'ning now,
amends too late to make
Michael W. Sheridan
of my Mother
20th January 1924 Ė 25th May 2006
Kneeling, I hold her as stillness steals
Her last breath, sighing, gently gone,
As deep in my arms her softness feels
That same warm tenderness that seals
A voice that says to her,Ē Well done.Ē
Holiness comes and entering in
Floods my heart with compassionís tear,
And within that same soft rendering,
No slight of death or hindering,
Whispers gently, ďShe is not here.Ē
What is there now, but an earthly shell,
Long spent and weary now asleep,
And in His presence there to dwell,
A legacy that Love made well,
Forever in my heart to keep.
How sweet her smile in Loveís repose,
In perfect peace that cannot die,
That brought us here and then arose
And crossed the river there that flows,
The fragrance of Jesus passing by.
Following is a poem I wrote in memoriam of my Uncle Melvin Race:
Uncle Melvinís Reunion
A smile and a hearty laugh
Would greet anyone who would hear his voice
He was known and loved by family and friends
As following the Lord was his main choice.
Service with love was his priority
As he sought to live by the Golden Rule.
Seeing the glory of the Lord was his hope,
And Christís salvation was his precious jewel.
The joy of the Lord was his source of strength,
As heíd share with others the hope of Heaven.
He is secure in the Good Shepherdís hand
At the redeemed saintsí family reunion.
Glenda Joy Race
This poem is dedicated to abused and hurting children
A sweet young girl with tender eyes
Banished to her room, alone, she cries
Somewhere inside her spirit dies
I think this is a shame
She listens as her mom and dad
Yell at her and say sheís bad
Itís all her fault when they get mad
She thinks she is to blame
A little boy with dark sullen stare
Listens as they curse and swear
Just wishing he could hide somewhere
Why do they call him names?
He once was happy. Would sing a song
He had good friends who tagged along
What has happened? What went wrong?
Why is his family strained?
A tender girl, a precious boy
Should only know of love and joy
Play and laugh and share their toys
They should not know this pain
Harsh, angry words. Mean, cruel tones
Hurt much more than sticks and stones
Breaking more than childrenís bones
I think adults should refrain
When as parents, we lose control
And we destroy those tiny souls
How will they ever be made whole?
How will they laugh again?
~ Charles Betts ~
Here is a poem I wrote when I was in High school. A co-worker was having a baby and during labor they found out the child had passed away and was then still born. I went to the funeral with a sad little white casket. I do not write much, but did that day so here it is.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my baby to keep.
Hold his hand till he ceases to cry,
Keep the fear out of his eye,
and if he should die before I may,
let him know I will see him someday.
This is my own
work and is in my book, "Stones from the River." My name is Roger L. Reeves II.
I reside in the state of Washington and attend El Shaddai Ministries
My Grandfather was a Baptist Preacher and I often remember him as he preached on one particular morning. This poem is to him.
In Memory of my Grandfather, Lewis F. Crews Sr.
In the quiet of Sunday morning reverence,
lay the glitter of the parking lot evidence,
And inside rang out God's Holy Word,
faithfully the message of Jesus was heard.
In my heart lay the seed of undeniable fact,
my eyes testified for the pews were packed,
the anointing of God was with this man,
spreading the Word, living the life of God's plan.
It was peace I knew at fair Farrington,
amidst the harshness I could share with none,
the terror at home from which I would hide,
was relieved at Farrington where love did abide.
Memory fails at all the sermons he preached,
Yet preserved is the vision of all the souls reached,
some weeping and crying, afraid of the last day,
others rejoicing for they found Jesus is the way.
My grandfather brought me such great pride,
he possessed the secret to have me smile inside,
no one else could I ever learn to confide,
and still I didn't weep on the day he died.
Those peaceful days of Farrington memory,
short moments of love in a troubled sea,
Yet longing never brought the past to be,
it does not save, never sets anyone free.
Never once I thought to offer him thanks,
nor allowed him the vision, I, on salvation's banks,
to see my life turned away from destruction,
when finally I accepted Jesus, became God's son.
So now the day will come, with him I'll be,
together on gold streets beside a crystalline sea,
and Jesus will tell him so he will know,
God used him to touch my very soul.
~ Roger L. Reeves II ~
To the Victims and
Survivors of The Station Fire in Warwick, RI
Such heartfelt sympathy for your loss
Trying times for you and family
Life stolen by a manmade force
In this Rhode Island Tragedy
I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers
As you travel your journey of grief
I pray your pain cools with our tears
As they wash heavy hearts yearning for relief.
It is so difficult when a loved one dies
When they are so beautiful and so loved
Be comforted for you still have ties
To your loved one in Heaven above
They are not alone the angels are there
Surrounded by joyous spirits unscarred
They are blanketed in the love felt here
As they are engulfed in the arms of God
Cherish dear memories in your mind
Teach our children who we knew
Share the best of them and find
Strength in their spiritual hue
Your community is here to listen
To loving memories so rich in worth
Sharing allows them to eternally glisten
Where they are now and here on earth
Let neighbors protect you in your sorrow
Allow love and support to heal today
The sun will rise and set all Tomorrow's
Until we rejoin with those lost one day.
Dawn Matley Maselli
In Memory of my Nephew
Mark A. Rothe
08-26-1971 to 05-31-2009
My Loving Lord, My Grateful God
I heard you call my name
When I turned to answer you
Nothing looked the same
I saw the steps to Heaven
And I began to climb
I knew my Lord it was my turn
To be your faithful servant
So each and every step I took
I prayed for your forgiveness
Tears came to my eyes
When I felt you take my hand
I knew at that moment
It was the way to the Holy land
I did not get a chance to say
Good-bye to my family
I hope they know I loved them so
And again one day I'll see
For when its time for their trip home
I'll stand by Grandma's side
And at the Pearly Gates we'll meet
With open arms and hugs no one can beat.
Lisa H. Brady
I wrote this for my
daughter Patti Cole, 3 years after she had passed away at the age of 16:
T'was three long years and eleven days ago
the fireflies filled our yard,
A sign from the angels, unknown at the time
of what was to be so hard.
For eleven days we watched you lie
until it was time to go,
Now you soar with the angels above,
this we surely know.
Your presence is felt, your advice is wise,
you guide us through the day,
Our hearts will always pain for you,
our love stronger as we pray.
And when it's time for us to leave
we know that you'll be there,
To welcome us to your home above,
the heavens we will share.
Nova Scotia, Canada
From the time I was conceived God had for me a plan
He wanted me to get involved to help my fellow man
I know some were against it but God knows what is best
Since the day He took me home I've had perfect rest
Heaven is so beautiful - I'm walking streets of gold
Now I'm serving others including saints of old
I know some still have anger about the way I died
But God and I both have seen the many tears you've cried
He is a God of comfort - His love will never cease
Give your feelings to Him and He will give you peace
As difficult as it may be please don't hold a grudge
Remember this my loved ones - God alone will judge
Then on that Resurrection Day when all the saints will rise
The Lord will reunite us together in the skies
So don't give up dear friends - my memory is still alive
Put your trust in the Lord and believe me you'll survive
Joye Atkinson ©2009 All Rights Reserved.
Written for my dear young friend, Sharon Ferraro, who died from breast cancer at age 29 on November 3, 1993. She was loved by so many and still missed. I urge you, daughters of the most High God, to get mammograms yearly and self examinations daily.
MY ROSE OF SHARON
Laughter would ring from her lips as a song
Her emerald eyes sparkled like wine
A coppery cloud draped flowing and long
A Rose of Sharon, this friend I called mine
Teardrops and dances we shared pain and joy
Living a life of dreams yet to come
She bold and brassy with love she would toy
Never once looking back, regrets she had none
The light that shone on Sharon, the Rose
And all that surrounded my friend
In such a brief moment, came to a close
The song and the joy to an end
So young and so precious her emerald light gone
The evil that sprang from her breast
Valiantly fighting, alas death had won
My Rose of Sharon, now lay thee to rest
Only twenty and nine, unfair as it seemed
My Rose of Sharon, none will compare
Your light lingers on along with your dreams
I thank God, He was willing to share.
Kim M. Boore, Junction City, Ks
For my mother Joanne Marie Sowder, May 14 1936 - March 20 2007
Small and frail with a knowing smile
she said I'm going home.
Don't weep, don't wail, don't mourn for me
You see, I'm going home.
Of course I know you'll miss me..
If I weren't so tired, I'd stay
But you see, my Lord has called me
He came to light my way.
I'm going home my dear ones
Someday you'll understand
I really must be going
He's here to take my hand.
Be kind to one another
Love each and everyday
Remember me, your mother,
And take the time to pray.
I'm going home today.
Kim M. Boore, Junction City, Ks
Thoughts of my mother as told by my father
LOVE NEVER DIES
Decembers icy breath
Has failed to chill the need
To give you all that's left
Of Summers garden seed
Though twilight brought thee death
The Son's Light gives thee Life
My joy for you on Earth
While yet you sleep my wife
only be surpassed
In Paradise I pray
Together, joined at last
Forever and a day
Kim M. Boore, Junction City, Ks
MOTHER IN DISGUISE
In Honor of My Beautiful Mother
Natoma Rose Hanson
July 2, 1922 - March 24, 2007
We have this beautiful Angel
She lifts us with her wings
She has no idea
How much love she truly brings
Thoughts of her brighten our days
With smiles and many laughs
She helps us to remember
All the blessings that we have
Her face we'll always remember
Her voice so soft and sweet
The days we feel so sad
Her wings lift us to our feet
She's always right beside us
To help us do what's right
She hugs us in the morning
And holds us throughout the night
When tears fall down our faces
She gently takes our hand
She wraps us up within her wings
And comforts us the best she can
This angel that is so pure & beautiful
Is our Mother in Disguise
She now lives in Heaven
Far above the skies
And in our hearts forever
That's where she'll always be
We'll teach the young ones all about her
So her beauty they too can see
Keep us Mother within your reach
Embrace us with your wings
We can hear you Mother
We can hear you sing
"Jesus is Precious" To all of us too
By Lisa Hanson Brady
THERE'S SOMETHING MY FAMILY SHOULD KNOW
In Honor of my Mother
Natoma Rose Hanson
07-22-1922 - 03-24-2007
God reached down his loving hand and chose to lead you away
For us left here without you, it was two Years ago today
For God saw you suffering and wanted to set you free
He said, My child you'll suffer no more, if you come to live with me
Without hesitation, you said, I'll go
But first, let me take a second God, for "Thereís something my family should know"
God said My child please talk to them and tell them whatís in your heart
Then I will take your graceful hand, and you and I shall part
You said, I love each one of you with everything that I am
But now my time on earth is done, and I must trust in him
Cry not for me dear family, keep a smile upon your face
Remember, Iíll be in Heaven, a beautiful and loving place
Iím not afraid, and I'll be at peace
For my sickness and pain I know will cease
And When I take my journey home and get to Heaven's door
I'll be forever happy, and tears I'll shed no more
Iíll take my place in Heaven, and I'll stand right by your side
Please tell me what your weakness is, in me you can confide
Iíll give you love and all my strength whenever you're in need
I'll not be just your Wife & Mother, for an Angel I will be
For when I chose to take God's hand, He chose to set me free
HE IS THE GREAT "I AM"
By Lisa H. Brady
I have two poems I would
like to add in memory of my father who passed away last year (2008):
I see you in pictures, youíre still so real,
Youíre just a phone call away.
I canít grasp youíre gone, we just had tea,
I just called you the other day.
So fast I never had a chance
To really understand,
That day would be the last,
That I would ever hold your hand.
For you I guess it was better,
Your pain was over fast,
But Iím left behind and I miss you,
My thoughts swirling in the past.
I hope you heard the words we spoke,
I hope you knew we were there,
You werenít alone, did you know that we loved you,
Did you know that we cared?
My only hope is that one day,
I will see you once again,
For you told me you asked Him to save you,
To deliver you from all of your pain.
So Iím resting in the peace
That you are smiling down on me,
So long then, my dear daddy,
At least I know youíre now free.
Angela van Tonder
In loving memory of my dear father
And another one for him too:
TIME TO SAY GOODBYE
My thoughts keep drifting to the day
You walked away from me,
I replay the scene, perhaps a change,
But the same result I see.
I called your number just in case,
But there was no reply,
Why did you have to go away?
Why did you have to die?
Driving to your house,
I hope to see you at the gate,
But no one comes, so I sit alone,
I sit outside and wait.
Finally I go inside
Your smell still fills the air,
The memories are still so fresh,
It feels like youíre right there.
Weeks have passed and tears have stopped,
Yet not the sadness in my heart,
Perhaps regret or just the loss,
Since the day we were made to part.
I guess its time to let you go,
Iím really going to try,
I guess that this is it then,
My time to say goodbye.
I miss you Dad
Angela van Tonder CA (SA)
You may feel lonely,
Lost and cold.
Longing for the loved one
You once could hold.
To bring them back
Is the desire of your heart
You believe you can not bear
From them, being apart
But remember my child
They are not gone for an eternity
For theyíve just gone on a journey
To a place your eyes can not see
They have gone up the mountain called Zion.
High above the clouds.
They have gone to the place
Where Godís love abounds
And when His son returns
With a trumpet sound
He will lift us up so that or feet will never again
Touch earthly ground
That is when we will join
The Heavenly choir
And be given
Our one true desire
To finally see Jesus
And before Him stand
As He wipes away each of your tears
With His Gentle hand
Then He will lead you
To the ones you have missed
And He will watch as you rejoice with them
And bless you with a kiss
Then you will know
That those who left you behind
They didnít leave forever
But, only for a time
It is our blessed hope
It is Godís promise to you
He has kept a place for us
And we will all be there soon
So, thru your tears call on Him
And praise Him in your day of grief
For He has brought another saint home
To where they will find healing and relief
M. Green 8-7-2007
EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE
Your presence is still here
We hold near and dear
For weíve loved you forever
And weíll forget you never.
You have come and gone
But we know what is true
When we laid you on that lawn
Knowing God has a place for you.
I think about you everyday
I feel so very glad
Knowing you wonít go away
Youíll keep me company when Iím sad.
For you are here, though not on Earth
We love you just the same
We know that youíll rebirth
But God is not to blame
He just wanted whatís best for us
Even though we may not see
God is the one we must trust
So with Him we let it be.
A TRIBUTE TO RUTH
O what joy filled my heart?
When the doctor, heard your little heart.
He told me it was no longer Daddy and me,
We now were happy parents to be.
Both Daddy and I were filled with joy,
We didnít care if you were a girl or a boy.
Your Dad kept me so happy, my darling,
He listened to my every beckon and calling.
The two of us were as happy as could be,
Never more in love than this were we.
We both always wore happy grins,
Waiting the days when weíd need diapers and pins.
Then suddenly it all came to a halt,
Sometimes I wondered if it were my fault.
Both Daddy and I had to run to the doctor,
Something was wrong, death couldnít be the factor!
I was in great pain for most of that night,
But I kept telling myself when you came out, it would all be right.
Few hours later the doctor came to me,
I could see the news was not what I wanted it to be.
She told me darling, that you had left me and gone,
My heart ached; I didnít know how Id live till the morn.
I still had you inside of me,
I had to bring you out, for the world to see.
When you came out, I held you close to me,
Hoping and silently wishing, I would soon a miracle see.
Daddy and I held you for so long,
You were our precious dream that came along.
We didnít really get any time with you,
I struggled to accept that our God best knew.
But in time, God calmed my soul,
He showed me, what was my role.
It wasnít up to me to decide your timing,
God only chose me to do all the carrying.
Before Daddy and me ever thought of you,
God had long chosen a short life for you.
I wanted to fight with the Maker, my Lord,
But I couldnít, for I knew, you were safe in the arms of God.
Time has gone since then my love,
Our Lord blessed us with a special gift from above.
Samuel your little naughty brother,
Makes us laugh and gives us joy like no other.
Today I thank God for all He has given me,
Not forgetting you as a precious gift, He gave me.
Your life was short but taught me much,
Because of you, I felt my Fatherís tender touch.
Thanks to you, I know, my Father knows best,
This lesson, the depth of my peace and every rest.
Sulekha Esther Rathnam
In memory of a loved
We thought of you with love today
But that is nothing new,
We thought about you yesterday
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence
We often speak your name,
Now all we have are memories
And your picture in a frame.
Some may think you are forgotten
Though on earth you are no more,
But in our memory you are with us
As you always were before.
A million times we've thought of you
A million times we've cried,
If loving could have saved you
You would have never died.
You left us beautiful memories
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you
You are always at our side.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone,
Part of us went with you
On the day God called you home.
Forgive me Lord, I'll always weep
For the best friend I loved, but could not keep.
Lisa Brown wrote the following poem for a
couple who recently lost their newborn.
I loved you before you were born
Before I ever saw your face
Before I held you in my arms
Before I gave you a name
Before I heard your voice
Or saw your first smile
Even before I realized
You were only here for a while
I loved you in every moment
Imagined those we never shared
Your first steps, your first words
Your first lock of hair
As the angels quietly sing
I struggle to understand
Wishing for one more moment
To hold your tiny hand
Lisa J. Brown
The Joyful Witness
There was a boy that I did know
not far away, not long ago.
This boy was like none I knew,
though very sick, he gave no clue.
From early days his spirit bright,
who would know heíd such a fight.
His eyes so bright and full of life,
never showing signs of strife.
This boy I knew, I saw him grow,
a silent witness so full of hope.
Always abounding with good cheer,
igniting faith of those who were near.
He had some days, once in a while,
when he could barely make a smile,
But smile he did, when visitors came,
NEVER did the boy complain.
Heís been a witness like none other,
as has his family and his mother.
Many have seen Jesus in them,
and turned their ways to follow Him.
Now heís entered heavenís gate,
where other friends and family wait,
And Jesus there to welcome him fervent,
ďWell done my good and faithful servant.Ē
Not many express a faith this strong,
spreading it joyfully all life long.
But Robbie was a special kid
who shined the light in all he did.
We sure will miss that lovely face,
that spread his faith all over the place.
Just canít wait to see him again,
God thanks for sending us Robbie Shinn. Amen.
ďRobbieĒ ROBERT AUGUST SHINN passed into the
presence of the LORD at the age of 14 on Thursday, November 29th, 2007 while
surrounded by family and friends.
Robbie passed away from a long fight with a congenital heart
defect that he struggled with from birth despite many transplants.
Robbie passed away from a long fight with a congenital heart defect that he struggled with from birth despite many transplants.
I wrote this for my husband when his mother passed away.
A letter to my family
I wanted to write a letter to you
sent down from up above
And let you know how things are and
Send to you my love
I am happy now all pain is gone and
loneliness is no more
Family and friends were waiting for me
When I passed through the door
They rejoiced when they saw me
We walked hand in hand
Down streets made of pure gold
I know you will miss me
And your heart will ache
But ties are not broken
And memories donít break
Remember this isnít the end
You still have each other
Stay strong in the Lord
And weíll be together again
A family we are and always will be
No matter if it is one or three
When you get together give each other a kiss
and tell them it is from me.
Written by Joann Hatch
This is a poem for a student who passed away
in Billings, MT in a skateboard accident. He was a great kid and he is with the
A TRIBUTE TO ANDREW
What happened on that summer day
Our hearts always will ponder and weigh
Why did this happen to a someone so dear?
A friend to all, spreading love and cheer
Your life was a gift and a blessing to us indeed
Weíll never forget you or your wonderful deeds
We will always miss seeing your face
But we know that you are in a better place
Thanks for the way to gave so freely
Your joy brightened our days and encouraged us really
One life can really make a change
For you loving people was never out of range
Weíll never forget your fun loving heart
How you liked classic rock music from its start
We will always miss seeing your face
But we know that you are in a better place
While youíre hanging out with God in wonder and delight
And youíre seeing the glory of Jesus so bright
Know that we miss you and canít wait to be with you there
The joy in heaven will never compare
Andrew, you are and will always be our brother
A friend and a saint, there will never be another
We will always miss seeing your face
But we know that you are in a better place
By Bronson Hill
The following is a poem I wrote for my mother while she was dying. My mother loved butterflies. She saw them as a symbol of new life/rebirth/resurrection and associated them with the new life she was afforded after her 1994 liver transplant. I wrote The Butterfly at her hospital bedside and read it to her several times before she died.
In Memory of Grace McPeake Harron
January 24, 1937 - January 26, 2007
Spread your wings and fly butterfly!
Your beauty has touched us all.
Your wings so very delicate,
But your spirit conquers all.
Youíve given us so much on earth
But God now reclaims his prize.
Spread your wings and fly butterfly!
Let your colors brighten the sky.
We will miss you dearly, but your
Transition is complete.
Your wings are now an angelís
To your Savior go to meet.
Spread your wings and FLY, butterfly!
By Amy Van Derzee
IN LOVING MEMORY
HUNTER JAMES KIRKLAND
October 31, 1997 ó October 12, 2005
This poem was wrote by my sister, for her little Hunter Bunner, she read the poem at Hunterís funeral.
Do You Know Me
Iím Hunter James Kirkland
And Proud As Can Be!!
Proud Of A Loving Mother
Who Cared Both Day And Night
For A Special Needs Child
To Always Try To Make Things Right!
She Was My Protector
Who Fought For My Rights
Against All People Who Would Choose
Not To Let Me Do What I Might!!
I Loved Her With Every Breath
And Will Forever Be In Her Heart
And Even Though Iím gone from Her
Never-Never Shall We Part
Every Time She Feels The Wind
Blow Across Her Lovely Face
It Will Remind Her Constantly Of Me
And She Will Cherish My Eternal Resting Place
My Dad Was Special To Me
As Special As All Dadís Are
He Taught Me How To Ride A Horse
One Of The Hardest Things I Learned By Far!!
He Took Me To Rodeos
A Bull Rider I Wanted To Be
So Hey Now Everyone Just Think
Iíll Be A Bull Rider For All Eternity
I Had The Art Of Giving Special Hugs
As Aunt Faye Once Said To Me
Whenever Feeling Sad Or Lonely
A Cure They Certainly Were To Be!!
As Most Of You Know By Now
God Made Me Different From The Rest
But What I Lacked In A Perfect Body
God Placed In My Heart The Best
The Best Of All Humanity
I Loved All People The Same
But Most Of All My Savior Jesus Christ
I Now Live Where He Reigns
Some People Say I Was Too Young To Understand
When Jesus Changed My Soul
But How My Nanny Cried Lots Of Tears
When I Told Her Heaven Was My Goal!!
I Think God Sent Me Here
On A Mission From The Start
He Had Special Plans For Me
To Teach Each Of You To Look Inside Your Heart!!
Inside Your Heart Is The Answer
Only You Can Accept Jesus Christ
Let Me Be A Shining Example
You Too Can Have Everlasting Life
Is Your Heart Filled With Godís Salvation Plan?
I Ask Each Of You Family And Friend
Remember Time Waits For No One
God Will Hold You Securely In His Hands
As Parts Of Me Lives On In Others
My Organs I was Glad To Give
May Each And Every One Of Them
Remember A Christian Life They Must Try To Live
Oh Iíve Had A Great Time
Made Lots Of Friends Too
Now Iíve Fulfilled My Purpose
And My Work Here On Earth Is Through!
Sister, Brother- Dearest Family and Friends
Anyone Who Meant A Lot
Please-Please Be Kind To One Another
Else My Life On Earth Was For Naught
Grandpa You Were An Example
I Always Looked Up To You
I Saw How Much You Loved The Lord
I Tried To Be Like You.
So Follow Me Into Heaven
Thatís Were Iíll Always Be
Iíll Be There With Jesus
Until Then Always Think Of Me!
Forever ďAunt FayeĒ 10-17-05
Standing in shock and awe, we wipe our tears
As the ďhomegoingĒ news of our loved ones we hear
How our hearts ache as we wonder why
Itís too soon, Lord. Theyíre too young to die
There are so many things for them to do
So many sights for them to view
Then, so tenderly, we hear the Lord speak
Such comforting words, so wonderfully sweet
ďIn the Lambs Book of Life, their names are found
Itís time for them to wear their robes and crowns
Their race is over, their work on earth is done
Now, their eternal life in heaven has begunĒ
Then, in my mind, I see a beautiful sight
A host of saints and angels in spotless white
Spreading out a banner as they wait
For three more children entering heavensí gate
Then, I canít help but shout as the next scene unfolds
Poppy enters heavens gates, as Pryorís and Keatonís hands he holds
The saints and angels shout praises and glory
As they are welcomed into the ďLand of StoryĒ
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, all ye saints
Welcome home: Marion, Pryor, and Keaton
Welcome, welcome, welcome home
June 16, 2006
Tribute to Rev. Marion Wood and his two grandsons Pryor and Keaton Perkins
who lost their lives after a tragic fiery head-on collision
This poem is about my little girl I lost
that had heart problems when she was born. She would had been a year old the day
after she died.
MY PRECIOUS GIRL
Stacy was my little girl.
She tried to give life a whirl,
But the Lord knew that she was His.
I had to be alright with this.
She was so tiny with a broken heart,
But that is fixed and she got a new start.
She is in heaven and that's alright,
At least now she doesn't have to fight.
She is with the Lord way up above,
Surrounded by His special love.
I know someday that I will stand,
With her and I hand in hand.
By: Lisa Yoder
The following poem was written by Dmitrii G. Coclea as a
tribute to his dear late friend Francesco Lucian Lipciuc.
THE DAY MY BEST FRIEND DIED
I sat alone and stared all night
At pictures that he took.
Each one I saw would pierce my heart
With empty, desperate gloom.
Today I found my best friend died,
I couldn't live the same,
I threw away my foolish toys,
And I've acquainted pain.
This pain will die with my last breath.
Each time I'll think of him,
And of the days of youth we've spent
Together, I can't bring
Them back, nor will I find again
My friend's great company.
It's over, his life's finished here
And I am left to live.
How long? - I care not. I don't know.
Today it dawned on me,
That once I die, I'll walk the road,
My friend took before me.
Am I afraid? I wouldn't say,
A hope is in my heart.
I'll walk the road He took and hope
Our friendship will restart
When my time comes,
That day when I, will leave this weary world
To meet my friend at Pearly Gates
The place where I was told,
He'll wait for me, we'll meet again,
The grandest place of all.
He'll take me to his neighborhood,
I'll see those things he told
Await us. Those, who found the key
To Heaven's vast domain.
That key, the one and only one,
Is Jesus' Precious Name.
Dmitrii G. Coclea
NO TEARS PAST THE GATE
Someone new has entered
our eternal home above.
The heavenly gate has opened wide
to welcome the one you love.
We cannot help the tears that fall-
our hearts need time to grieve
when earthly life has ended
and a loved one has to leave.
Yet even in the saddest time,
we know our Savior lives,
and we can trust completely
in the promise that he gives.
That in a glad reunion with the Lord,
our loved ones wait
to welcome us in joy
with no more tears
beyond the gate!
~ Author Unknown ~
This poem was written in memory of a baby girl who had passed away.
TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL
It doesn't seem that long ago,
We held your tiny self.
A full life with you we'll never know,
Your picture upon our shelf.
A precious little jewel in our hands,
A love so deep and rich in our heart.
The words "baby girl" on your hospital bands,
A life so short, barely a chance to start.
We miss you every day and you are always in our thoughts.
~ Author Unknown ~
We little knew that morning
God was going to call your name,
In Life we loved you dearly
In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you
You did not go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories
Your love is still our guide,
And although we cannot see you
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again.
~ Author Unknown ~
Your presence we miss
Your memory we treasure,
Loving you always
Forgetting you never.
~ Author Unknown ~
Our lives go on without you
But nothing is the same,
We have to hide our heartaches
When someone speaks your name.
Sad are the hearts that love you
Silent the tears that fall,
Living our hearts without you
Is the hardest part of all.
You did so many things for us
Your heart was kind and true,
And when we needed someone
We could always count on you.
The special years will not return
When we were all together,
But with the love within our hearts
You will walk with us forever.
~ Author Unknown ~
We took our vows together
Said, "Till death do us part",
But when God came and took your hand
My whole world fell apart.
No one knows the heartache
I try so hard to hide,
Only God knows how many times
I've broken down and cried.
When I look back upon our lives
One of the things that makes me glad,
That you chose me to share with you
The precious years we had.
~ Author Unknown ~
Here are some special poems of comfort written by Leona I. Miller of California. Click here to see all of Leona's beautiful and comforting Christian poems.
THE HEAVENLY CITY
God has gently called your loved one away,
It is a Joyous thought to now realize;
To close the eyes here in this world,
Is only to open them again...in Paradise.
The pain and suffering now are gone,
There's no tears nor night anymore;
Your dear one said, "good-night" here and then,
Received a warm Welcome to Heaven's shore.
Your loved has now met Jesus, our Saviour,
While the Heavenly Choir of Angels sing;
Walking the streets of that beautiful City,
Joyful in heart as Heavenly voices ring.
Joining now to sing with the Angels there,
This Heavenly Land is peaceful and grand;
Waiting to Welcome you there, too, someday,
Smiling and rejoicing ~ holding to God's hand.
Your loved one will be greatly missed,
We sorrow not as those who have no Hope;
Your loving hands have done all they could do,
The Comforter will come to help you cope.
God is with you each moment of the day,
He wants you to continue on as best you can;
Trust in Him through each lonely hour,
You will meet again ~ Trust in His Divine Plan.
Leona I. Miller
MAY GOD COMFORT YOU
We grieve with you
in your Sorrow,
And we Trust for you
a Brighter Tomorrow;
We cannot always
When God reaches down
With His Loving Hand,
But we know He always does
what is best,
As He takes our Loved One
into Eternal Rest.
Leona I. Miller
A HEARTBEAT TO ETERNITY
Your Loved One has now gone Home
Jesus was waiting and then said, "Come"
In this life we have no guarantee
There's only a heartbeat to Eternity.
It's difficult when our Loved Ones go
Leaving all they've known here below
We soon shall follow; it won't be long
Sorrows and tears, then, will be gone.
We must release our Loved Ones here
Grieve for awhile; then brush away the tear
From pain, your dear one is set free
For us, too, there's only a heartbeat to Eternity.
Leona I. Miller
WE SHARE YOUR LOSS
We are sorry for this burden you bear
There are many who feel your pain
You are not alone; we join in Prayer
This deep loss is for Eternal Gain.
We Trust God to Comfort you
Trust Him through each day
Trust Him in all you do
For you, we shall continue to Pray.
Leona I. Miller
MAY GOD'S LOVE COMFORT YOU
There are so many things on earth...
we simply cannot explain,
Why one of us is taken...
while the rest of us remain;
But, 'til the day we see the Lord,
and He makes all things clear,
We will find Comfort in knowing...
that He is always near.
Leona I. Miller
KEEP LOOKING UP
We are so very sorry for this heartache
in your life
Look up to Jesus and we know
He will help you
Even though the day does not seem
Trust in Jesus, because we know
He will bring you through.
Keep Looking Up!
Leona I. Miller
IN TIME OF SORROW
Jesus is standing beside you,
with Comfort today,
Call upon Him
in your hour of need;
He is always there with you,
and only a Prayer away,
He will Answer you,
and your Spirit...feed.
We are sorry for this
time of Sorrow,
Weep, when you must;
Jesus wept, too,
We Pray for Strength
for each new Tomorrow,
May you find Comfort and Peace
in each day that is new.
God has taken your Loved One into Eternal Rest.
Leona I. Miller, California
SHE IS GONE!
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that sheíll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all sheís left.
Your heart can be empty because you canít see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that sheís gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
or you can do what sheíd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
~ Author Unknown ~
MISS ME -- BUT LET ME GO
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little--but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me--but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me--But Let me Go!
~ Author Unknown ~
TO THOSE I LOVE AND THOSE WHO LOVE ME
When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustnít tie yourself to me with tears,
Be happy that we had so many years.
I gave you my love, you can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you have shown
But now itís time I travel on alone.
So grieve awhile for me, if grieve you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
Itís only for a little while that we must part,
So bless the memories within your heart.
I wonít be far away, for life goes on.
So if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you canít see or touch me, Iíll be near.
And if you listen with your heart youíll hear
All of my love around you soft and dear.
And then, when you must come this way alone
Iíll greet you with a smile and "Welcome Home."
~ Author Unknown ~
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
Goodbye my sweet little booger until we meet in the Lord,
I miss you sooooo much but in the distance I can hear Him say prepare to get on board.
I have to say you have been the light in this old man's eye,
and now when I think about you I will be looking towards the sky.
I know without a doubt you are cradled in His arm,
and I can feel him giving you love telling you there is no more harm.
I know you are in the mind of a loving God and with His Son forever,
where there is no pain, no sorrow and never a chance to sever.
I sit here with swollen eyes after the tears have been flowing,
knowing you are already in the place where I will be going.
I pray with all of my heart as we have discussed,
you are keeping my seat warm next to the One we both trust.
In a short time and it can't be that long,
I will come and join you so we can both sing that song.
Jesus is the best friend I ever had,
gives me nothing but good and takes away my bad.
Lifts me up when I'm down cheers me when I'm sad,
Jesus is the best friend I ever had.
Well, I am to the point of breaking down my front,
with tears welling up from my heart causing me to be blunt.
Farewell my sweet little booger I will miss you like no other,
I will keep on living until He removes my cover.
Thank you for the many sweet times we have had together,
I am so glad to have had the chance to be your brother.
Pastor Frank J. Pope
Canton Gospel Tabernacle
ONE SWEET DAY
I gaze up to the heavens
Wondering if you see
Those of us you left behind
Your beloved family
I close my eyes, I see your face
I see your beautiful smile
Oh mum I would give anything
To talk to you a while
I'd tell how much I miss you
How each day you come to mind
and of your faith and hope and love
You knew one day I'd find
I'd tell how when you left me
My world was torn apart
Until one day when peace and love
Enveloped my heart
It was your Saviour Jesus
He knew how great my loss
He tenderly wiped away my tears
And led me to His cross
All my hurts and anger
Had built up over time
He showed me how to let it go
For His forgiveness to be mine
He showed me how through all the years
Your love - unconditional and strong
Had paved the way for me to find
To Him, I too belong
I know now where I'm heading
And that Jesus is The Way
For you, my dearest mum and I
To meet again - One Sweet Day
Elly (Eleanor) Bell
Sheís put up a fight
Sheís held on for so long
It seems only right
That she would leave while still at home
She cries for the pain
I cry with her like it is mine
It has found her brain
After it crawled its way up her spine
What a joyful heart
Unable to move, but still she smiles
She was always so smart
And willing to walk the extra miles
She says she hears her name
Her lungs draw breath one last time
I know she is Heavenís gain
But for now, the loss is mine.
Nicholasville, KY, USA
I wrote this poem the morning we buried my sister "Glynda."
THAT DAY WILL COME
In Memory of my Dear Sister: Glynda
You are my Sister, I know this is true,
Because my Blessed Lord gave me you.
To walk hand in hand down this path in life
and together endure the pain and the strife.
But how did we learn to depend on each other?
It took one so faithfulÖ.This, our Dear Mother.
We lost Dear Mom a few years ago and this week I've lost you too,
but don't worry as I go on my wayÖ
Because Jesus holds too, my hand each day.
The time will come when my work here is done,
then I too will be brought into the presence of the Son.
There will be no more sickness, death or pain, because this life will be through.
But before that time comes, I hope and pray that all our loved ones know Him too!
Janice Sue Smith
The following poem was submitted by a reader who received it when her brother passed away. She did not know the name of the author.
IN LOVING MEMORY
God looked around his garden,
And saw an empty space.
Then he looked down here on earth,
And saw your loving face.
He put his arms around you,
And lifted you to rest.
His garden must beautiful,
Because he only picks the best.
A million times we'll miss you,
A million times we'll cry.
If love could have saved you,
You never would have died.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a special place,
No one could ever fill.
It broke our hearts to loose you,
But you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God took you home.
~ Author Unknown ~
LAST CHANCE TO WEEP
A year has passed and still you grieve,
The tears flow down your face;
You miss her voice, you miss her laugh,
No one can take her place.
But when you think of where she is
In Heaven's land so fair;
You know you're weeping for yourself,
'Cause there's no weeping there.
Her closest friend is Jesus
And He takes her by the hand,
He talks with her for hours
As they walk in Heaven's land.
There's light once more within her eyes,
Her smile is always near;
So cry your tears while you're down there,
'Cause there's no crying here.
Here is where she's happiest,
Here's where she belongs;
She's praising God with every breath
And joining in the songs.
A joyful glow is on her face
And wonder fills her eyes;
So let your tears flow if you must,
'Cause here, nobody cries.
She has a mansion that is grand
And friends that she can't number;
In this land where there's no slumber.
And she shines brighter than the stars
And angels seek her face;
So grieve and miss her while you may,
There's no grief in this place.
If she could speak to you once more,
One thought she would repeat:
That now, her happiness is full,
That now, her joy's complete;
That Christ will be returning soon
And all creation waits;
He'll wipe the tears from every eye
Just inside Heaven's gates.
One day you'll be together, Yes!
And that day time can't sever;
There'll be no death or parting then
In that Blessed Forever.
You'll see her anytime you wish,
What joy your hearts will reap!
So cry your eyes out while on earth,
It's your last chance to weep.
Connie Hinnen Cook ~ Arkansas - U.S.A.
The following three poems were written by Nancy Stephens. Nancy has written many wonderful and inspiring poems on many topics - and they can all be found on her personal website. Click here to visit Nancy's website titled Nancy's Reflections of The Soul - complete with incredible backgrounds and graphics.
The memories of my Dad I will always cherish
For the love I have for him will never parish
He brought me home when I was small
In my eyes He stood ten foot tall
I remember many long days spent in the field,
Iíd walk to the creek with a picnic to yield.
Then when it would become dark and it was too late,
Iíd put on the yard light as a signal to end the long wait
Honesty and faith he had without doubt,
Church every Sunday - there was no way out
Then for the long afternoon to spend
Weíd go visit our dear family or friends
Then one day I said "Dad I want to be a Nurse",
He responded, "I suppose you could do worse",
With his help, encouragement, and faith in me,
I proudly accepted my college degree
Yes, the years went by all too fast
But these examples of memories will always last
So with this Memorial, I hope in some way
That it is to his honor in some small way
Even now I shed those selfish tears,
As I think of the memories from all those years
My heart is still sad, be as it may
I know Iíll be with him in Heaven someday
For God sent this man especially to get me
His perfect plan, as now I see
No person could have ever loved me as much here on earth
It made no difference if I was not there from birth
For in his eyes I was his and I felt the same
He made me his when he gave me his name
For all that Iíve become and all that Iíve had
I owe it all to one man and that man was my dad
In memory of my father, Richard M. Lamp, 2/26/06 -- 10/16/98
Here is another poem by Nancy dedicated to her late parents:
As I have done my life review
I reflect on those two people who saw me through
Unconditional love they gave, not like any other
God truly blessed me with a wonderful Father and Mother
How I had wished that I had more time with them
How my heart yearns to bring them back again
I wouldn't take them for granted as I once did
I would show my true feelings, the ones I hid
Their road was not easy or their burdens light
But I'd now listen more attentively and do things that were right
Mentors above reproach, helped me along the way
Now in their debt, that I'll never have the chance to repay
Time sometimes is cruel as the years take their toll
Time not spent with them was the idleness of a fool
If I could only turn back the hands of time today
Iíd tell them the words "Thank you" which I forgot to say
When I was young I never seemed to realize
That someday I'd be grateful for the lessons I would despise
I thought I knew it all, so what could I learn
To have those lessons again, my heart still yearns
Always hope and encouragement was given back then
Sometimes, today, I need to hear it again
But their words come back to me in moments of strife
The same words I had heard for most of my life
My mind drifts off to the happier days in the past
Time never stood still and only memories last
How I wish I hadn't wasted all of those years back then
I should have realized I'd never see those times again
If I could have predicted the future, while in the past
I would not have wanted to grow up nearly so fast!
I ruined the chances to be more than I could have been
Now, I know I canít go back and do it over again
Although I know they're in Heaven above
I look all around me and still feel their love
My parents always said "tomorrow never comes, and donít ever feel sorrow"
Still missing them so, I will honor their wishes for "I'll Cry Tomorrow"
Here is another poem written by Nancy:
THE NIGHT THE ANGELS CRIED
It was so many years ago but yet so vivid in my mind
The day that the Pastorsí daughter left this world behind
One night when the moon forgot to shine and the stars were not bright
A terrible car accident, in front of the Pastorsí home, happened on that night
She was so beautiful and had a wonderful life to live
To keep her on this earth, oh what would he give!
He heard the horrible sound of the crash that night
He then ran to his door with the overwhelming fright
The car was on itsí top and she was underneath
He ran to her and found her fighting for her breath
With every ounce of strength he had he tried to set her free
Knowing now it was no use, it was not meant to be
He took her hand and held it, as he knelt in prayer
Never doubting the Lord was listening and that he did care
A peace then came upon them as they had never experienced before
He knew at that moment, his daughter was approaching Heavenís door
He wept for all he lost and wept for the years they never had
It was so hard to separate being a Pastor with faith, from being her Dad
He asked the Lord to forgive him for being so humanly weak
He knew it was the Lordsí will and comfort he would seek
Then the little country church was filled to capacity
While the Pastor conducted her funeral, not wanting sympathy
He was a man of faith and in God he believed
A true model of Christianity to those who grieved
He spoke of hope, love, and a life hereafter
Never once of his loss of his precious daughter
He never cursed God for what happened that night
He never spoke of vengeance to make things right
Instead he was filled with love and compassion inside
For on that night, for him, The Angels Cried.
Some people have requested a poem to be read at a funeral. My Mother-in-law passed away last year. I wrote a poem for that occasion.
HEAVEN, OUR FINAL RESTING PLACE
When a loved one dies in the Lord,
We will see them again some day.
For God has promised in His Word,
We'll find rest if we've gone His way.
For in heaven there is no more pain;
We leave our earthly bodies behind.
For to live is Christ, but to die is gain,
A new home in Heaven we will find.
To be absent from this 'ole body,
Is to be present with the Lord.
Heaven is a home for everybody
Who have trusted in God's Word.
For what is your life anyway?
It is a vapor that appears for a time;
Then it quickly vanishes away.
May heaven be your home, the sublime.
___________, you spoke many times of going home;
Not to live with your sons or daughters.
You meant a home where you could roam,
And see your mate and your heavenly Father.
Now you have found your resting place;
Where there's no sickness, heartaches nor pain.
You have seen your heavenly Father's face.
Good-bye for now----Til we see you again.
Deborah Smith Plemmons
(Note: the blank line can have anyone's name on it.)
From the tree of life, each leaf must fall
The green, the gold, the great, the small;
Each one in God's own time, He'll call
With perfect love He gathers all.
AN IRISH BLESSING
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May warm rains fall softly upon your fields,
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
O precious, tiny, sweet little one,
You will always be to me
So perfect, pure and innocent
Just as you were meant to be;
We dreamed of you and your life
And all that it would be,
We waited and longed for you to come
And join our family.
We never had the chance to play,
To laugh, to rock, to wiggle,
We long to hold you, touch you now
And listen to you giggle.
I'll always be your Mom,
He'll always be your Dad,
You will always be our child
The child that we had.
But now you're gone...
But yet, you're here,
We'll sense you everywhere;
You are our sorrow and our joy
There's love in every tear.
Just know our love goes deep and strong
We'll forget you never,
The child we had, but never had
And yet will have forever.
IN A GARDEN FOR ANGELS
Life is a gift not ours to keep,
A seed unsown and yet we still reap.
Here for only a very short while,
The heavenly reality of an earthly denial.
Like a flickering light here and then gone,
The essence of what love is based upon.
Birth and death the beginning and end,
As one heart breaks another one mends.
What was never ours is no more,
Returning to whom it belonged before?
Tear filled eyes silence the heart,
As body and spirit slowly part.
Life is a journey from first breath to last,
Memories left behind in the eternal past.
The here and now releases becoming a remember when,
Replanting the seed so that a new harvest can begin.
With trembling hands love says good-bye,
But still the heart can't help but ask, "Why God Why?"
A heavenly destination will be reached this day,
And in a garden for angels another spirit will awaken to play.
Lisa Calk Jenkins, Euless, Texas
A satin bed to lie upon, A pillow made of lace.
To look at her, I see no pain, just joy upon her face.
She knows where she will finally rest and she will wait for me.
Upon her bed, she waits no more, she's at the Crystal Sea.
I know when God is ready, He'll take me to her side.
I will enjoy serenity, for Jesus is my guide.
Written by Dorothy Schulz, 2001, State of Michigan U.S.A.
FOR THOSE I HAVE LEFT BEHIND
I have not gone far...I still see...
Those tears you shed...are for me...
I am not unhappy...I am not sad...
I just thank God...For all we had...
I did not choose...To go away...
But God told me...I couldn't stay...
He reached for me...with loving care...
Come with me child...If you dare...
Reach out your arms...to those below...
Blow them a kiss...So they will know...
Let the breeze of your kiss... Pass across their brow...
Let them know you are safe...and happy now...
Now dry your eyes...And remember me...
For where I am...Was meant to be...
To you that I have left behind...
The love we've shared...Will always bind...
If a breeze should pass...Across your brow...
Remember from where it came...And how...
Until we meet again one day...
I've not gone far... I am just away..
Original Poem By: Joanne T. Romano (2001)
Here is a series of poems in a special tribute to loved ones who have gone on before us.
In this poem you can replace "her" with "him" and "she" with "he".
HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST
God saw she was getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around her
and whispered, "Come with me."
With tear-filled eyes we watched
her suffer and fade away.
Although we loved her deeply,
we could not make her stay.
A Golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
he only takes the best
Jesus released a soul today
Ever up where angels stay
Serving God both then and now
Understanding why and how
Souls of others come to greet
They gather at The Father's seat
He, The Son, stands between
Enveloping the soul so lean
Carefully, the book laid bare
He, the soul, is listed there
Rightfully, soul meets judge
In God's eyes, devoid of smudge
Songs of joy fill Heaven's dome
This soul, so dear, is finally home.
Kenneth A. Lower, January 30, 2001
This day is remember and quietly kept
No need for reminders,
We will never forget.
Deep in our hearts you will always stay
Loved and remembered every day.
No one knows the grief we bear
When the family meets and you're not there.
Wishing today as we wished before,
That God could have spared you many years more.
In memory of a son born asleep in God's arms
The master gardener from Heaven above
Planted a seed in the garden of love,
And from it there grew a rosebud small
That never had time to open at all.
That God in His perfect and all wise way
Chose this rose for His heavenly bouquet.
And great was the joy of this tiny Rose
To be the one our Father chose,
To leave Earth's garden for the one on high
Where Roses always bloom and never die...
So while we can't see our precious Rose Bloom,
We know the Great Gardener from the "Upper Room"
Is watching this wee Rose with care
Tenderly touching each petal so fair...
So, we think of our darling with the angels above
Secured and contented and surrounded by love.
Two dear bright eyes, always a tender smile
A loving heart that knew no guile,
Deep trust in God that all was right
Her joy to make some other bright.
If sick or suffering one she knew
Some gentle act of love she'd do.
No thought of self, but of "the other"
I know that He said "well done, dear Mother."
IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY DEAR MOTHER
I lost a mother with a heart of gold
Who was more to me than wealth untold
Without farewell she fell asleep
With only memories for me to keep
I have lost, but God has gained
One of the best mothers the world contained
Her heart was the truest in all the world
Her love the best to recall
For none of earth can take her place
She is still the dearest mom of all
If she could have spoken before she died,
These are the words she would have replied
This life for me has truly passed
I've loved you to the very last
Weep not for me
But courage take
And love each other
For my sake.
This poem was given to me on the back of a book mark when my mother died on
February 2, 1992. She was killed by a drunk driver. At 14, I didn't really pay much attention to it.
But I am now a Christian, and I wish I would have listened to my mother and let
God in my life a long time ago. Tammy Decker
This is a poem my sister wrote for my dad when my uncle died. Tina Hopkins
Walking street's of gold by the crystal sea,
That's where you'll find Dad and me.
In heaven's beauty we now trod,
With Christ our Savior, our Lord and God.
If you could see us you would know,
That heaven's a great place to go.
There's no more pain and no more tears,
And Jesus took away all fears.
Some day I'll see you once again,
When Jesus comes at your life's end.
We miss you, and we love you Freddy.
This following poem came in answer to a request by Karen who wrote, "I am looking for a poem that was read at my mother's funeral called "I'm Spending Christmas with Jesus". She passed away December 23, 1999 and the poem was perfect for the situation."
I'M SPENDING CHRISTMAS WITH
JESUS CHRIST THIS YEAR
I see the countless Christmas trees
around the world below;
With tiny lights like Heaven's stars
reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular
please wipe away that tear;
For I am spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs
that people hold so dear;
But the sounds of music can't compare
with the Christmas choir up here.
For I have no words to tell you
the joy their voices bring;
It is beyond description
to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me,
but please remember dear,
That I am spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.
I cannot tell you of the splendor
of the peace inside this place;
Can you just imagine Christmas
with Our Savior, face to face?
I will ask Him to light your spirit
as I tell Him of your love;
So pray for one another
as you lift your eyes above.
Please let your hearts be joyful
and let your spirit sing;
For I spending Christmas in Heaven
And walking with the King !
We received a request from a Jim Martin who wrote "Can someone write me a special poem for my
brother who I lost Oct. 23, 1999. His name was Grady Martin. He was 58 years old and I miss him very much.
Thanks, Jim Martin"
Well, Patricia Osborn Orton made up a poem just for Jim. Here it is:
In Memory of Grady Martin, 1941 - Oct 23, 1999
I remember the times of laughter,
I remember the times of tears.
These are the precious memories
My heart will hold so dear.
Gone are the days of sickness,
Gone is the pain and fear.
He's with his blessed Saviour now
For all the coming years.
They are walking streets of Gold
And communing hand in hand.
His home is now in Heaven,
That blessed promised land.
So I'll dry my eyes and praise the Lord
For the plan that He has made
That takes us from this world of pain
And brings a brighter day.
I will cry when my heart needs to
But I'll let laughter come again
And I know that I'll be with him
When God fulfills His plan.
Written for Jim Martin
by Patricia Osborn Orton
Patricia has an outstanding website. You can visit her at: Angelwings - Giving God The Glory!
A request came in from Misty. She writes: "I am looking for a poem about loving your child enough
you would give him/her to God. I don't have any idea what the title is or the Author. I have a friend
who just had a little girl and is already losing her. The doctor's didn't expect her to live this long. It's
a very tragic story and I believe the poem may be of some comfort. If there is any way possible that
you could help me, I would greatly appreciate it.
Someone sent in this poem in answer to Misty's request:
"I'll lend to you for a little time,
A child of mine," He said,
"For you to love the while she lives
And mourn for when she's dead.
"It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you till I call her back,
Take care of her for me?
"She'll bring her charms to gladden you
And should her stay be brief,
You'll have these precious memories
As solace for your grief.
"I cannot promise she will stay
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
"I've looked this world over,
In my search for teachers true.
In the crowds that throng life's land,
I have selected you.
"Now will you give her all your love
Not think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take her back again?"
It seems to me I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, thy will be done.
For all the joys a child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
"We'll shelter her with tenderness,
We'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known
Forever grateful stay.
"And should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand."
"Let the little children come to me and do not forbid them;
for such is the Kingdom of God." Mark 10:14
The following poem was written by Brian Whitmer and read at his mothers funeral on December 27, 1999.
GOD'S EMBRACE THROUGH MY MOTHER'S LOVE
God used my mother and showed her the way
To raise her children to follow him everyday.
They first had a son, Mom learned as she went
They then had a daughter as they discovered what family meant
A few years later, another son came to be
They viewed him as "God's Will" with happiness and glee
We all grew up not knowing how blessed we were
But as we neared adulthood we thanked dear God for her
All the problems she dealt with, all the comfort she gave
Always in her advice, were the words "we need to pray"
My Mom was a friend, a spiritual counsellor I know
If it wasn't for her love, I would have given up long ago
Her personality was genuine and will be sadly missed
Her qualities were endless, much too many to list
She was everything to us but affected so many more
What an incredible impact, our Mother was so adored
She's earned so many crowns and made our God so proud
She's accomplished so much, I believe it's our turn now
"I pray for God's Hands" were the last words she wrote
She then went to meet the creator who in this world gave her hope
I'm praying to God please take away the pain
The loss is hurting greatly, may He show us the gain
I loved my dear Mom, she showed us the truth
God is the answer, her life and family are the proof
Words can not express how I feel about our Mom
But I know I felt God's Embrace through her everlasting love
REFLECTIONS - A SPECIAL TRIBUTE TO LOVED ONES
The following is a series of 14 four line verses that can used for special occasions. You can mix and match them in any way that you wish and adapt them to your personal situation. For example, you could choose one of these verses along with a picture of a loved one that passed away for a special tribute to the loved one.
The following poem by Timothy Jon Barrett, written on February 6, 2000. Timothy writes:
This generic "in memory" poem, was inspired by requests I have been getting to write poems
about departed loved ones and also poems of comfort for those grieving over departed loved
ones. As much as I love to write and as much as I would love to be able to help ease someone's pain,
I found it very difficult to write about someone I did not know personally. My poems usually come
from a deep conviction or a deep personal relationship, so writing about or for someone I do not know
comes very hard for me. I would like to thank those of you who thought my work was worthy of honoring
someone you loved, enough to request my pen. As I agonized over not being able to help you, the
thought of a "Generic Poem" came to mind. The following poem deals with losing a spouse.
Please feel free to copy this poem and insert the name of your loved one in the space provided.
I hope this will satisfy your need.
Your Brother In Christ ... Timothy Jon Barrett
GENERIC "IN MEMORY" POEM
As I reminisce of times we've shared,
my grief still takes control.
Not a day goes by, I don't pray to die,
to join your departed soul.
You promised me you'd never leave,
that your love would never quit.
We joined our hands, with wedding bands,
now here alone I sit.
Our love so strong and full of life,
now weakness has me bound.
With my soul mate gone, I just can't go on,
no peace is ever found.
But a part of me still wants to live,
my emotion still divides.
How do I begin, to live once again,
when a broken heart resides.
We were closer than any Siamese twins,
when we found the Lord that day.
Our spirits were spliced, by the Lord Jesus Christ,
but now you've been taken away.
But the Lord has been speaking to my heart,
that has given me some relief.
I'm still needed below, to let people know,
there's an answer for their grief.
And he's shown me in his very words,
that I soon will see your face.
The day quickly nears, he will dry all my tears,
and my pain will be erased.
So though I miss you dearly my love,
I still have work to do.
My love will not fade, or the vows that I made,
when I gave my heart to you.
Nothing or no one can take your place,
Dear (ENTER NAME), My Heavenly Mate,
I'll be counting the days, til that symphony plays,
and I see you at Heaven's Gate.
Timothy Jon Barrett
Sharon writes: I received an e-mail from a hurting heart from the loss of a loved one. They ask if I might have a poem for people who have lost loved ones. At the moment I did not. I drew away in the quietness of the Lord's Glory and ask for some words for this hurting heart and this is what the Lord sent them.
SHARE IN THE GLORY OF A LOVED ONE
This loved one you cherish may now be out of your physical sight.
Keep this precious soul always in your mind and always praise their spirited fight.
Never think for a moment their faith was in vain.
My arms were wrapped around them and helped them endure the pain.
While you enjoyed this wonderful laughter and caring heart,
Remember my precious ones, they are still living in laughter, only now they no longer have to dodge the enemy's darts.
You feel as if you have lost even part of your self.
Be at peace and know your loved one is enjoying Heavens Beautiful Wealth.
Be happy for this precious one who has won the race.
Picture them in Heaven, basking in God's Glory upon their face.
Never look upon this passing with sadness of this precious one.
The Blessings are overwhelming as they walk hand in hand with My Son.
Keep your hearts and souls pure and without blemish.
Build up high your crowns which will be waiting for you when your walk here is finished.
Gather around you all those lives this precious soul has touched.
Help them to look to Heaven and know their Precious Savior loves them 'Oh so very much.'
Jesus' arms are wrapped around you and encompasses you all.
His call to you is 'hold up those remaining and never let them fall.'
As your thoughts flow in remembrance of this precious one.
Delight in the Glory that is the prize for the battle won.
THE MASTER'S BOUQUET
The Master walked in His garden
Plucking flowers along the way;
He plucked one of my loved ones,
To add to his bouquet.
My heart at first was broken,
At the loss of one so dear;
But the tears I shed just washed my eyes,
So I saw His way more clear.
My Lord has a need for just this one,
For the pattern He has in mind;
But it's hard for the rest of us to see
Why we must be left behind.
Perhaps we are not ready to go just yet
We may need to ripen more
To reach the full blown fragrance
My Lord is waiting for.
To each, give forth a fragrance
To each we chance to meet
We should each be trying day by day
To make our fragrance sweet.
So I'm going to try my very best
To be loving and kind each day,
So at last I'll be counted worthy
To be part of my Master's Bouquet.
This poem is written by La'Nelle Curvin for her beloved brother. La'Nelle lives in Alabama, USA.
When God saw you struggle
He said this can't be
He told your daddy
Go get your son
Bring him to me.
Your family stood vigil each day and each night
They tried to help you
With all their might
Your daddy was there as you breathed your last
He said (come son your suffering is past)
Whisper good-bye to your precious wife Sue
She's always been faithful
And always loved you
You touched our heart
You touched our soul and left each one
A memory of (GOLD)
I wrote this prayer for our Pastor shortly after he lost his dear wife, Elizabeth.
A PRAYER FOR MY PASTOR
Lord Jesus, please be with him now,
let him depend on You.
Only You can really know
what he is going through.
Lord, help us, as spiritual family,
to lift him up each day.
Give us sensitivity
to know just what to say.
Lord, now be his companion,
share in his pain.
Let him see beyond the clouds,
the joy that comes through rain.
Help us, Lord, to comfort him
with words that come from You.
Give us wisdom to know
just what to say and do.
Lord, let him know we care for him,
let him know our love.
Let him find his solace in
the Balm that's from above.
We pray that You will keep him
close to You each day.
Wrap our Pastor in Your loving arms,
this is what I pray.
Irene E. Kurtz