Funeral Poems P1

Best Funeral Poems For the Loss Of Your Loved One.

 

Miss Me But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road

and the sun has set on 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.

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Waiting at Heaven's Door

Death beckoned her with outstretched hand

And whispered softly of an unknown land,

But she was not afraid to go

For though the path she did not know.

She took death's hand without a fear

For God who safely brought her here

Had promised He would lead the way

Into eternity's bright day.

For none of us need go alone

Into the valley that is unknown,

But, guided by our Father's hand

We journey to the promised land.

She was your special loving Mother

You shared your lives with one another,

And you'll find comfort for your grief

In knowing her death brought sweet relief.

For, now she is free from all suffering and pain

And your great loss became her gain.

You know that her love is with you still

For she loved you in life and always will.

Love like hers can never end

Because it is the perfect blend.

Of joy and sorrows, smiles and tears,

That just grew stronger with the years.

Love like hers can never die

For she's taken it with her to the sky.

So think of Mum as living above

No farther away than your undying love,

For now she is happy and free once more

And she's waiting for you at Heaven's door.

By - Helen Steiner Rice

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His Journey's Just Begun

Don't think of him as gone away

his journey's just begun,

life holds so many facets

this earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting

from the sorrows and the tears

in a place of warmth and comfort

where there are no days and years.

Think how he must be wishing

that we could know today

how nothing but our sadness

can really pass away.

And think of him as living

in the hearts of those he touched...

for nothing loved is ever lost

and he was loved so much.

By- Ellen Brenneman

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The Rose Beyond The Wall

Near a shady wall a rose once grew,

Budded and blossomed in God's free light,

Watered and fed by the morning dew,

Shedding it's sweetness day and night.

As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,

Slowly rising to loftier height,

It came to a crevice in the wall

Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength

With never a thought of fear or pride,

It followed the light through the crevice's length

And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view

Were found the same as they were before,

And it lost itself in beauties new,

Breathing it's fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve

And make our courage faint and fall?

Nay! Let us faith and hope receive--

The rose still grows beyond the wall,

Scattering fragrance far and wide

Just as it did in days of yore,

Just as it did on the other side,

Just as it will forever-more.

By - A. L. Frink

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We See But Dimly

We see but dimly through the mists and vapors;

Amid these earthly damps

What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers

May be heaven's distant lamps

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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I Am There

Look for me when the tide is high

And the gulls are wheeling overhead

When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky

And one by one the leaves are shed

Look for me when the trees are bare

And the stars are bright in the frosty sky

When the morning mist hangs on the air

And shorter darker days pass by.

I am there, where the river flows

And salmon leap to a silver moon

Where the insects hum and the tall grass grows

And sunlight warms the afternoon

I am there in the busy street

I take you hand in the city square

In the market place where the people meet

In your quiet room - I am there

I am the love you cannot see

And all I ask is - look for me

By - Iris Hesselden