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Poem of Life

Shared by A Friend on December 22, 2011

Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what's to be,
A resting place along the road,
To sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn some things,
But never meant to stay...
Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the Lord.


 

I Said A Prayer For You

Shared by A Friend on December 22, 2011

I said a prayer for you today
and know God must have heard;
I felt the answer in my heart
Although He spoke not a word.

I didn't ask for wealth or fame
I knew you wouldn't mind;
I asked for priceless treasures rare
Of a more lasting kind.

I prayed that He'd be near to you
Now that you've gone away;
To grant you all of His blessings
And His light to show your way.

I asked for happiness for you
In all things great and small;
But that you'd know His loving care
I prayed for most of all.

His Journey's Just Begun

Shared by A Friend on December 22, 2011

 

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.

When I'm Gone

Shared by A Friend on December 22, 2011

 

When I come to the end of my journey
and I travel my last weary mile.
Just forget if you can that I ever frowned
and remember only the smile.
Forget unkind words I have spoken;
remember some good I have done.
Forget that I ever had heartache
and remember I've had loads of fun.
Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
and sometimes fell by the way.
Remember that I have fought some hard battles,
and won, ere the close of the day.
Then forget the grief for my going
I would not have you sad for a day.
But in summer just gather some flowers
and remember the place where I lay,
And come in the shade of the evening
when the sun paints the sky in the west.
Stand for a few moments beside me
and remember only my best.

Come To Me

Shared by A Friend on December 22, 2011

God saw you were getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around you
And whispered, "Come To Me."
With tearful eyes we watched you,
And saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.

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