Verses and Poems
These Poems and Verses are most often utilized for
funerals and memorials services.
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John 3:16
For God so loved the world, that he gave
his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but
have everlasting life.
John 3:16-NLT
Version
For God so loved the world that he gave
his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have
eternal life.
John 6:47
Very truly, I tell you, whoever believes has eternal life.
John 6:47-NLT
Version
I assure you, anyone who believes in me already has eternal life.
Revelation 21:4
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes
And death shall be no more,
Nor mourning, nor crying, nor sorrow shall be any more,
For the former things are passed away.
Revelation 21:4-NLT
Version
He will remove all of their sorrows, and there will be no more death or sorrow
or crying or pain. For the old world and its evils are gone forever.
Luke: 20:38
God
is not the God of the dead but of the living.
All are alive for him.
Luke: 20:38-NLT Version
So he is the God of the living, not the dead. They are all alive to him.
Colossians 3:1-4
Since you have raised up in company with Christ,
set your heart on what pertains to higher realms where
Christ is seated at God's right hand.
Be intent on things above rather than on things on earth.
After all you have died! Your life is hidden now with God.
When Christ our life appears,
then you shall appear with him in glory.
Colossians 3:1-4
-NLT Version
Since you have been raised to new life with Christ, set your
sights on the realities of heaven, where Christ sits at God’s right hand in the
place of honor and power. 2 Let heaven fill your thoughts. Do not think only
about things down here on earth. 3 For you died when Christ died, and your real
life is hidden with Christ in God. 4 And when Christ, who is your* real life, is
revealed to the whole world, you will share in all his glory.
Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. 2 In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.
John 14:1-3-NLT Version
Don’t be troubled. You trust God, now trust in me. 2 There are many rooms in my Father’s home, and I am going to prepare a place for you. If this were not so, I would tell you plainly. 3 When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am.
Stairway to Heaven
If
Tears Could Build a Stairway
And Memories, a Lane
I Would walk right up to Heaven
And Bring You Home Again.
Little did we know
that morning
What sorrow the day would bring.
Our loss was great, the shock severe
To part with one we loved so dear.
We could not say our last farewell
Or even say good-bye
For you were gone before we knew
And only God knows why.
Chinese Proverb
Life is a dream walking, death is going home.
Victor Hugo
"Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it."
William Wordsworth
"The music is my heart I bore, long after it was heard no more."
Footprints on our Hearts
"Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts,
and we are never the same".
Emily Dickinson
"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality".
Human Spirit
"The human spirit is stronger than anything that can happen to it."
See Another Through
"We are not put on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through."
Roses in December
"God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December."
Loss
"We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it."
Dawn has Come
"Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because dawn has come."
Let me, O Lord
Let me, O Lord, walk blindly on the path that you have
traced.
I do not seek to understand Your guidance.
I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a tree, He gave me a forest.
I asked God for a river, He gave me an ocean.
I asked God for the world, He gave me "loved one's name
here".
My heart is lost to you always and forever.
The 23rd Psalm
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 for ever.
Footprints
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life, there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. “Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.”
The Lord replied, “My precious, precious child. I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints...
...it was then that I carried you."
God's Chair
A man's daughter had asked the local priest to come and pray with her father, lying very ill and needing consolation. When the priest arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows and an empty chair beside his bed. The priest assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you were expecting me," he said.
"No, who are you?"
"I'm the new priest at your local church," the priest replied.
"When I saw the empty chair, I figured you knew I was going to show up."
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man.
"Would you mind closing the door?" Puzzled, the priest shut the door.
I've never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man.
"But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the priest talk about prayer, but it always went right over my head.
I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day a few years ago my best friend said to me, "Joe, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Here's what I suggest: Sit down; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised "I'll be with you always.' Then just speak to him and listen in the same way you're doing with me right now.' So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful, though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or have me committed to the funny farm."
The priest deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old guy to continue on the journey, he then prayed with him, and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the priest that her daddy had died that afternoon.
"Did he seem to die in peace?" he asked.
"Yes, when I left the house around two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me one of his corny jokes, and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead.
But there was something strange, in fact, beyond strange-really weird.
Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on a chair beside the bed."
Inspirations
A true story...
Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six year old son asked if he
could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is great and God is Good.
Let us thank Him for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us
ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer." "Really?" my son asked. "Cross my heart." Then in theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and without a word walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes and my soul is good already." -Author Unknown
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said,
"Child, you must wait".
"Wait? You say, wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is Your hand shortened?
Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and
YOU tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes',
a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry: I'm weary of asking!
I need a reply!"
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate As my Master replied once again,
"You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair,
Defeated and taut and grumbled to God,
"So, I'm waiting...for what?"
He seemed, then, to kneel,
And His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said,
"I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens,
And darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and
Cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want --
But you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each Saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the Faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of Despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm There;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could See.
You'd never experience that fullness of Love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a Dove;
You'd know that I give and I save...for a Start
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My Heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the Night,
The faith that I give when you walk without Sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you Asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.
You'd never know, should your pain quickly Flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come True,
But, Oh, the loss! If I lost what I'm doing in You!
So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will See
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly Late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "Wait.'"
-Author Unknown
The day before Thanksgiving I was down to my last delivery. I was tired, feeling distinctly un-Thanksgivingish. I groaned when I saw the address. It was 40 miles away via a narrow, curving canyon road. Why did I get "stuck" with this visit?
The form from social services said the family had no telephone, so I struck out, trying to follow sketchy directions. A local pointed me to a small, neat house. When I knocked, two women and a 12-year-old girl all came to the door. They appeared to be grieving - and certainly were not expecting a guest.
I introduced myself. "Did someone from social services get in touch with you?" I asked. When they said, "No," I explained what I was doing, "Would you be able to use a container of food donated by our hospital employees?"
The sisters embraced and sobbed, nodding their assent. I eyed the bare kitchen, remembering leftover groceries in my van. I hauled in a dozen bags of food. Eventually the women explained that their father had died the week before. He was their sole breadwinner, Now, they didn't know how they would survive. "How did you know to knock on our door?" they exclaimed, "The only food we have is two TV dinners we're saving for Thanksgiving Day. And now - this!" - Chaplain Ron Hyrchuk
These poems & verses were written back during WWII by my grandmother. They were published in a small hometown newspaper in Oklahoma.
I often thought when they were small
And marked crisscrosses on the wall,
That childless couples had the breaks.
I realize now, 'twas my mistake.
I often thought on baking day,
When they were always in the way,
That it would be, oh well, just fine
To have my kitchen cleared, one time.
I longed for solitude, it seemed,
Some leisure time to sit and dream.
But, as they leave the old home nest,
I'm being subjected to the test.
I find that youngster's noisy ways,
Are better far than lonely days.
Today, my house is orderly,
But yet somehow, it don't suit me.
I have a lot of leisure time,
But, they keep straying through my mind.
My daydreams are of by-gone years,
I salt my baking with my tears.
I don't believe I'd mind at all,
To see cross marks on the wall.
To once more hear, 'twould be so grand,
"Please mommy, may I lick the pan?"
Within the temple of my heart, there is a lovely pictured face
So deeply etched by memory's pen that time and tide cannot erase
This face I see within my dreams,
Her soft brown eyes, her smile so dear
When in the arms of sleep,
I drift back to my happy childhood years.
I hear her read the Word of God,
I kneel beside my little bed,
I feel her blessing as she lays her gentle hand upon my head.
I was so young when she went home,
I we wondered why she had to go.
How death could strike our little home,
And take the one we needed so.
But yet, I would not now recall her,
Back to earth, she is at rest.
And some sweet day we'll understand,
Just why God's way is best.
But as the months and years roll on,
Within my heart her memory glows.
And in that home of peace and love,
I feel my mother sees and knows.
Written in memory of our dearly beloved father and grandfather, Robert Milton Brown
Whom God called home August 31, 1943
He's gone. The sunlight doesn't seem so, bright today.
A haunting sadness lingers in the air.
The old armchair is vacant,
The voice we loved is stilled.
For God has called our loved one over there.
Yet, we cannot help but listen,
For his foot fall on the walk.
And for the gentle tap, tap of his cane.
For it seems his spirit lingers
Around the old home place.
Altho' we'll never see him here again.
His last few, days on earth, he prayed so hard to die,
His shrunken body was so wracked with pain.
But, now bathed in the fountain
Of the crystal stream of life,
His body will grow strong and young again.
Just why this life must hold so much
Of heartbreak and of tears,
Is something that we cannot understand.
But, Jesus will reveal it. all to us some happy day,
When we are gathered there at God's right hand.
We don't know why we grieve
Because God called his spirit home,
And we were forced to lay him in the tomb.
He has only crossed the valley
That we all must cross someday.
To a paradise where fragrant flowers bloom.
We know that heaven now retains the treasures that it gave,
That earth the lonely casket only keeps.
And we feel the golden sunbeams love to linger round
'The sacred place where dear old daddy sleeps.
The star of life has sunk from sight
For just a little while.
To rise again upon that blissful shore
Where like a precious jewel
In the crown of life he's won
T'will shine amid the saints forever more.
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