When I’m Called Home

(Sympathy Poems - Funeral Poems)

When I’m Called Home

When I breathe my last upon this earth,

Don’t be sad and filled with pain.

My purpose will be completed.

What I’ve longed for, I’ve attained.

Don’t shed a tear, but smile instead.

My death is not the end.

I’m still living - just on a higher plane,

With Jesus - my dearest friend.

When my earthly body is lowered,

Into the cold, dark, dreary ground.

It won’t lie there forever,

Only ’til the trumpet’s sound.

Please etch upon my headstone,

The date God gave me birth.

But enter not the month and year,

He took me from this earth.

My spirit will still be living,

For I was saved by grace.

I’ll be dwelling with my Savior.

In that glorious, heavenly place.

And when the final trumpet sounds,

First the dead in Christ shall rise.

Then my body that was buried,

Will be caught up in the skies.

It will meet there with my spirit.

And the two shall be entwined.

To form the perfect body,

That my precious Lord designed.

If God has not yet called you,

Before that final trumpet sounds,

You’ll be changed and rise to meet him.

For you, too, are Heaven bound.

God Was Your Closest Friend

(Sympathy Poems – Funeral Poems)

I knew you were in pain although there were no cries

I saw that your were suffering, from the look in your eyes.

I wanted to comfort you, to hold you, be with you that day

You looked so helpless and frail while in that bed you lay.

I watched as you shivered from a new pain

And wondered how I might have handled the same.

I wanted to scream, to shout, and to yell

You said you were fine although your skin was so pale.

I knew in my heart your time was near end,

And wished I could take you, your body to mend.

I knew that soon God would be your closest friend,

You told me many times that’s how it would end.

I stood there watching as each breath came slow

And fought to find courage, my emotions were low.

I promised you when the time came that I’d not cry

You never saw my eyes wet, always they were dry.

I held your hand as I silently said goodbye

And knew in my heart that soon you would die.

I stroked your forehead and said how I loved you

You nodded and smiled and I knew that you knew.

I no longer care, my tears I can’t hide

And as I stood there waiting for death by your side.

I knew then that God was your closest friend

You had told me many times that’s how it would end.