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She’s in the Sun, the Wind, the Rain
She’s in the sun, the wind, the rain,she’s in the air you breathewith every breath you take.She sings a song of hope and cheer,there’s no more pain, no more fear.You’ll see her in the clouds above,hear her whisper words of love,you’ll be together before long,until then, listen for her song.
I Have Not Gone
You think I’ve gone, that I am dead, and life has lost its will,But look around, I am right there, living with you stillI watch your tears, I feel your pain – I see the things you doI weep as well, each time you cry, my soul, it lives with youIt gives such joy to hear you...
Her Journey’s Just Begun
Don’t think of her as gone awayher journey’s just begun,life holds so many facetsthis earth is only one.Just think of her as restingfrom the sorrows and the tearsin a place of warmth and comfortwhere there are no days and years.Think how she must be wishingthat we could know todayhow nothing but our sadnesscan really pass away.And think...
Your Spirit
I know that no matter whatYou will always be with me.When life separates usI’ll know it is only your soulSaying goodbye to your bodyBut your spirit will be with me always.When I see a bird chirping on a nearby branchI will know it is you singing to me.When a butterfly brushes gently by me so care freelyI will know...
Her Smile
Though her smile is gone foreverand her hand I cannot touchI still have so many memoriesOf the one I loved so much.Her memory is now my keepsakeWhich with I’ll never part.God has her in her keepingI have her in my heart.Sadly missed, but never forgotten.
His Journey’s Just Begun
Don’t think of him as gone awayhis journey’s just begun,life holds so many facetsthis earth is only one.Just think of him as restingfrom the sorrows and the tearsin a place of warmth and comfortwhere there are no days and years.Think how he must be wishingthat we could know todayhow nothing but our sadnesscan really pass away.And think...
While Waiting for Thee
By Helen Steiner RiceDon’t weep at my grave,For I am not there,I’ve a date with a butterflyTo dance in the air.I’ll be singing in the sunshine,Wild and free,Playing tag with the wind,While I’m waiting for thee.The Comfort and Sweetness of PeaceAfter the clouds, the sunshine,after the winter, the spring,after the shower, the rainbow,for life is a changeable...
Life Goes On
If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower Nor inscribe a stone Nor when I am gone Speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves That I have known
Weep if you must Parting is hell But life goes on So…sing as...
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...
Remember Me
To the living, I am gone,To the sorrowful, I will never return,To the angry, I was cheated,But to the happy, I am at peace,And to the faithful, I have never left.I cannot speak, but I can listen.I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.So as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea,As you look upon...
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 for long And not with your head bowed...
Psalm 23 King James Version
23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through...
I Have Not Gone
You think I’ve gone, that I am dead, and life has lost its will, But look around, I am right there, living with you still I watch your tears, I feel your pain – I see the things you do I weep as well, each time you cry, my...
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...
In one of the stars, I shall be living. In one of them, I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing When you look at the sky at night.
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Remember Me
To the living, I am gone, To the sorrowful, I will never return, To the angry, I was cheated, But to the happy, I am at peace, And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot speak, but I can listen. I cannot be seen, but...
The White Chariot
During your journey on your final flight home. White wings will carry you and you will be flown. To the pearly gates of Heaven, where they will usher you in. To the feet of your Lord, your Saviour, and your friend. He will hold you in his arms and the...
His Journey’s Just Begun
By Ellen Brenneman (This poem can be modified for gender)
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...
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...
Life Goes On
If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower Nor inscribe a stone Nor when I am gone Speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves That I have known
Weep if you must Parting is hell But life goes...
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