Religious Verses (Long)

They are not gone

These loved ones whom

We mourn.

We must not think of them

As far away.

Into a fuller life have

They been born.

Laying aside the vesture

Of this clay.

Yet near us still they watch

And love and know;

We are the blind ones

Who no longer see

Familiar forms

That we so dearly loved,

Waiting reunion

In eternity.

A bouquet of beautiful memories.

Sprayed with a million tears.

Wishing God could have spared you

If just for a few more years.

It does not take a special day.

For us to think of you;

Each mass we hear, each prayer we say.

Is offered up for you.

We cannot bring the old days back,

When we were all together,

The family chain is broken now,

But memories last forever.

It was a sudden parting.

Too bitter to forget,

Only those who loved you.

Are the ones who will never forget. 

May he rest in peace, dear Jesus.

In Thy heavenly home above,

With the sacred Heart of Jesus,

In His Own Eternal Love,

Along the road to yesterday,

That Leads us straight to you.

Are memories of happy days,

Together we once knew.

The blow was hard, the shock severe,

To part with one we loved so dear,

Our loss is great, we’ll not complain,

But thrust in God to meet again.

A silent grief that’s in our hearts,

No human eye can trace,

For many a broken heart is hid,

Beneath a smiling face.

 

 

Don’t think of her gone away,

her journey’s just begun,

life holds so many facets,

this earth is only one.

Just think of her as resting

from the sorrows and the tears

in a place of warmth and comfort

where there are no days and years.

Think how she must be wishing

that we could know today

how nothing but our sadness

can really pass away.

And think of her as living

in the hearts of those she touched,

for nothing loved is ever lost,

and she was loved so much.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there.

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow….

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain….

When you awaken in the

Morning’s hush.

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quite birds in circled flight,

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there.

I did not die.

A bouquet of beautiful memories.

Sprayed with a million tears.

Wishing God could have spared you

If just for a few more years.

It does not take a special day.

For us to think of you;

Each mass we hear, each prayer we say.

Is offered up for you.

We cannot bring the old days back,

When we were all together,

The family chain is broken now,

But memories last forever.

It was a sudden parting.

Too bitter to forget,

Only those who loved you.

Are the ones who will never forget.

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