Funeral poems and Memorial verse

Your life was full of loving deeds
Your life was full of loving deeds, Forever thoughtful of our special needs, Today and tomorrow, my whole life through, I will always love and cherish you

God's Garden
God looked around his garden And He found an empty place. And then He looked down upon the earth, And saw your tired face. He put His arms around you, And lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain, He knew that you would never Get well on earth again. He saw the road was getting rough, And the hills were hard to climb, So He closed your weary eyelids, And whispered"Peace be thine." It broke our hearts to lose you. But you didn't go alone, For part of us went with you, The day God called you home. ~author unknown~

Heavenly Father
Heavenly Father hear my prayer, Guide our Father with tender care, Dear shepherd don't leave him alone, Love him in heaven, as we do at home

If tears could build a stairway
If tears could build a stairway and thoughts a memory lane I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again No Farewell words were spoken No time to say good-bye You were gone before I knew it And only God knows why.- My heart's still active in sadness And secret tears still flow What it meant to lose you No one can ever know. But now I know you want us To mourn for you no more To remember all the happy times Life still has much in store.- Since you'll never be forgotten I pledge to you today A hallowed place within my heart Is where you'll always stay. - God knows why, with chilling touch, Death gathers those we love so much, And what now seems so strange and dim, Will all be clear, when we meet Him. I Knew you for a Moment

Unable are the Loved to die
Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity -- Unable they that love -- to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.- - Emily Dickinson--

You left us so suddenly
You left us so suddenly, your thoughts unknown, You left us memories, we are proud to own

Those who loved can truly tell
Those who loved can truly tell, the heartache of parting without farewell

In Gods care you rest above
In Gods care you rest above, in our hearts you rest with love, Memories of you are ours to keep, Our words are few but our love is deep.

Love doesn't end with dying
Love doesn't end with dying Or leave with the last breath. For someone you've loved deeply,Love doesn't end with death. --John Addey

Because I could not stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death - He kindly stopped for me - The carriage held just Ourselves - And Immortality. - - Emily Dickinson .

Better to die, and sleep
Better to die, and sleep The never-waking sleep, than linger on And dare to live when the soul's life is gone.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, 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 rush Of 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.

When I am gone, release me
When I am gone, release me - let me go I have so many things to see and do.- You must not tie yourself to me with tears - Be happy that we had so many years- I gave you love, you can only guess how much you gave me in happiness - I thank you for the love each have shown but now it is time I travelled alone - So grieve awhile for me if grieve you must, - then let your grief be comforted by trust - It is only for a while that we must part so bless those memories within your heart.- I will not be far away, for life goes on. so if you need me, call and I will come. - Though you cannot see or touch me, I will be near - And if you listen with your heart, you will hear - All of my love around you, soft and clear.- Then when you must come this way alone, I will greet you with a smile and "welcome home"

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in the easy way, which you always used. Put no difference into your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, and pray for me. Let my name be forever the same as it always was, let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it always was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity.I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. ··· All is well. --Canon Scott Holland

If Death is Kind
Perhaps if death is kind, and there can be returning, We will come back to earth some fragrant night, And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white. We will come down at night to these resounding beaches And the long gentle thunder of the sea, Here for a single hour in the wide starlight We shall be happy, for the dead are free. - - Sara Teasdale "If Death is Kind"

It may be that Death's bright angel
It may be that Death's bright angel Will speak in that chord again, - It may be that only in Heaven I shall hear that grand Amen. - - Adelaide Anne Proctor "A Lost Chord"

I believe that if I should die
I believe that if I should die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps. - - Benito Perez Galdos

The Lord is my shepherd;
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. - - King David (c. 950 BC) Bible, Psalm 23s

I am your Angel
I am your Angel Though I have moved on Where all god's people go I am there with you But sometimes, you may not know For I will be there in silence I shall warm you in the night A gentle touch to warm your soul Or a beam of shining light If I were a child, when I left then I'll be a smile for you But if older in my passing may strength and wisdom come through For an Angel is there with you and you will feel the love I bring God gives to you this gift so dear The whisper of a song I sing

Warm summer sun
Warm summer sun, shine kindly here; Warm southern wind, blow softly here; Green sod above, lie light, lie light - Good night, dear heart, good night, good night. - - Robert Richardson -- (Mark Twain's daughter, Susy Clemens' headstone)

You left me, sweet, two legacies,-
You left me, sweet, two legacies,-- A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me. -by Emily Dickinson -

Letting go of you-
I know I have to let you go. How I will I do not know. I know that it's your time to die. What I don't know is how to say goodbye. I'll miss you so much I don't know what to do. I guess I'll just end this poem with a goodbye and an I love you.-Jenna leigh Walters-

In the presence of death
--In the presence of death we stand awkward, and ill at ease; For death is a well-known stranger whom we recognise, but do not wish to know; But death is not a thing in itself, but a stage in the journey of life, through which all must pass. It may come swiftly and catch us unawares, or slowly with leaden feet; But death comes to all who live, and in so doing heightens the understanding of the one we know. -originally written by Rodney Murphy-

It was not death, for I stood up,
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh I felt siroccos crawl,-- Nor fire, for just my marble feet Could keep a chancel cool. And yet it tasted like them all; The figures I have seen Set orderly, for burial, Reminded me of mine, As if my life were shaven And fitted to a frame, And could not breathe without a key; And 't was like midnight, some, When everything that ticked has stopped, And space stares, all around, Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, Repeal the beating ground. But most like chaos,--stopless, cool,-- Without a chance or spar,-- Or even a report of land To justify despair. -by Emily Dickinson-

Grandpa,-
Grandpa, Everyone has their time But why did yours have to come so soon? There are so many people in the world So why did God have to pick you? They say things like this make you stronger But how can that be? I feel so weak inside It all feels like a dream I didn't get to see you You passed away too soon But I feel you watching over me And someday I'll see you again -Andrea Nickel-

Time
Time is an essence we take for granted, it passes us by, we don't realize it - Time is the past some wish to forget - The future of our lives we want to collect - We go through life regretting events we want to replay them because of repent - When a moment goes by that we fail to take heed - That moment is gone we did not succeed- When we are old we absorb the meaning of time - The majority of our lives are gone we want our youth it's not a crime - When a loved one dies we want to be with them again that is when you realize that their lives have come to an end - Make the most of the time you will never have again - Make the most of life's experiences in every way and appreciate every minute of every hour of everyday - Rebecca West-

I feel as though my heart must stop
I feel as though my heart must stop with pain. I miss you so, the darkness will not pale. My darling child, come to me again. I know you cannot come, and still I strain To put my arms around you through the veil. I feel as though my heart must stop with pain. Other lives and loves call me in vain. I try to turn away from you and fail. My darling child, come to me again. You are my unendurable refrain. Back and back I hurry to impale My heart on you, to stop my heart with pain. Yet nothing that I do undoes the plain Brutal fact which always must prevail. Ah, my darling, come to me again! You are both my sunshine and my rain, My dearest joy, my anguish, and my grail. I feel as though my heart must stop with pain. My darling child, come to me again.-Nicholas Gordon -

I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye To you, to tell you that I loved you, to say What now must be one long, unbroken cry Of pain, now that at last you've gone away. I cannot tell you what a joy it was To be the one to tend you in your need. The burden was a gift, for giving does Not burden one who loves, though loving bleed. I wish I could have been with you when you, Perhaps aware, perhaps not, turned towards death Alone, with no one there to wonder to, To share your fear, your hand, your one last breath. I wish, I wish, I wish . . . but it is done, And now I must surrender what is gone. -Nicholas Gordon- Poemsforfree.com

How lucky to have had so good a father!
How lucky to have had so good a father! On us his warm, unstinting sun long shone. We were, of his hardworking life, the center, Loved for the pure joy of love alone. Uncanny are the requisites of pleasure, Coming as they do within the will. Knowing well where lay his greatest treasure, Years on years of love he labored still.-Nicholas Gordon - Poemsforfree.com

Death is nothing but a moment's rest
Death is nothing but a moment's rest Until the Second Coming of the Lord When He shall gather to Him of the best To take them to the place of their reward. I've felt the power of Jesus in my soul Shining like a golden sun within, Melting my hard heart to make me whole, Burning out the remnants of my sin. I've felt Him work within me, so I know The glory that will come when I awake. I'll sleep just like a child who'll homeward go, And in my dreams of love great pleasure take. So do not mourn my death, and do not grieve. The Lord will come for me: This I believe -Nicholas Gordon - Poemsforfree.com

I miss your laughter
I miss your laughter, fun, and gentleness. I miss the things I used to do for you. I miss the time, now filled with emptiness, When each day was a stage for something new. I miss your love, though mine for you remains, A passion with no outlet to the sea, A teardrop in a desert, that contains What's left of my maternal ecstasy. I miss your presence, like a silent chord That anchored even solitude in grace. I miss, for my love's labor, the reward Of seeing some small pleasure in your face. All these I miss, and yet they are all here Within my heart, far more than I can bear-Nicholas Gordon - Poemsforfree.com

Some are bound to die young
Some are bound to die young By dying young a person stays young in people's memory. If he burns brightly before he dies, his brightness shines for all time Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Adieu! and Au Revoir
As you love me, let there be No mourning when I go,- No tearful eyes, No hopeless sighs, No woe,- or even sadness! Indeed I would not have you sad, For I myself shall be full glad, With the high triumphant gladness Of a soul made free Of God's sweet liberty -No Windows darkened Fo my own Will be flung wide as ne'er before, To catch the radiant inpour Of Love that shall in full atone For all the ills that I have done; And the good things left undone; - No voices hushed; My own, full flushed With an immortal hope, will rise In ecstasies of new born bliss And joyful melodies. Rather, or your sweet courtesy, Rejoice with me At my soul's loosing from captivity. With me "bon voyage!" As you do a friend Whose joyous visit finds it happy end And bid me both "A Dieu" And "Au revoir" Since, though I come no more, I shall be waiting there to greet you At His Door. And, as the feet of The Bearers tread The ways I trod, Think not of me as dead, But rather- "Happy, thrice happy, he whose course is sped! He has gone home - to God, His Father" -

Someone so dearly loved
Someone so dearly loved So popular with his friends we should not cry forever, for this is not the end. His memory lives amongst us, Times we both laughed and cried, I cannot bare to lose him, But one day, we all must die I hear his voice within me, and his funny little laugh So many things remind me; Of times that are now gone past. I knew of no-one who hated him, He was the apple of every eye Any conflicts, we all once had are now by the by. Jacqueline Ryan