"Safely Home"
"Miss
Me - But Let Me Go"
"Untitled"
"I'm Free"
"God's
Garden Must Be Beautiful"
"That
Wonderful Mother Of Mine"
"Where Daddy Waits"
"23rd Psalm"
- A new interpretation
"My First
Christmas in Heaven"
"Letter
to Ann Landers"
"Letter to Dear Abby"
"Safely
Home"
I am home in heaven, dear
ones.
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and
beauty
In this everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is
over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in heaven at
last.
There is work still waiting
for you,
So you must not idly stand,
Do it now, while life remainth
-
You shall rest in God's
own land.
When that work is all completed.
He will gently call you
home;
Oh, that rapture of that
meeting
Oh, the joy to see you come!
- Author Unknown
(I found this poem in my
Mom's jewelry box, along with some momentos from her Aunt Mella who died
1964. I knew it meant a lot to her, and it was a comfort to me, so
I had it printed on her tribute cards.)
"Miss
Me - But Let Me Go"
When I come to the end of
the road
And when 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
too long
And not with your head bowed
low
Remember the love that we
once shared
Miss me - but let
me go
For this is a journey we
all must take
And each must go alone
It's all apart of the Master's
plan
A step on the road to home
When you are lonely and
sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me - but let me go
-
Author
Unknown
"Untitled"
When I am gone...release
me, let me go
I have so many things to
see and do.
You mustn't tie yourself
to me with tears
Be thankful for our beautiful
years.
I gave to you my love.
You can only guess
How much you gave to me
in happiness.
I thank you for the love
each of you have shown
But now it's time that I
traveled on alone.
So grieve a while for me
if grieve you must
Then let your grief be confronted
in trust
It's only for a short time
that we must part
So cherish the moments locked
within your heart.
I won't be far away for
life does go on
So if you need me, call
and I will come.
Though you can't see me
or touch me, I'll be near
And if you listen with your
heart, you'll hear
All my love around you,
soft and clear.
And then when you must come
this way alone,
I'll be waiting to greet
you with a smile,
and say "Welcome home".
-
Author Unknown
"I'm
Free"
Don't grieve for me, for
now I'm free
I'm following the path God
laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard
him call,
I turned my back and left
it all.
I could not stay another
day,
To laugh, to love, to work
or play.
Tasks left undone must stay
that way,
I found that place at the
close of the day.
If my parting has left a
void,
Then fill it with remembered
joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh,
a kiss,
Ah yes, these things, I
too, will miss.
Be not burdened with times
of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine
of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored
much,
Good friends, good times,
a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all
too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with
undue grief.
Life up your heart and share
with me,
God wanted me now, He set
me free. - Anonymous
"God's
Garden Must Be Beautiful"
God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped His arms around
you,
And whispered, "Come to
Me".
You didn't deserve what
you went through,
So He gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only picks the best.
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from
pain,
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again. -
Author Unknown
"That
Wonderful Mother Of Mine"
The moon never beams without
bringing me dreams
Of that wonderful mother
of mine.
The birds never sing but
a message they bring
Of that wonderful mother
of mine.
Just to bring back the time,
that was so sweet to me,
Just to bring back the days,
when I sat on her knee.
I pray ev'ry night to our
Father above,
For that wonderful mother
of mine.
I ask Him to keep her as
long as He can
That -- wonderful mother
of mine.
There are treasures on earth,
that made life seem worthwhile,
But there's none can compare
to my mother's smile.
You are a wonderful mother,
dear old Mother of mine.
You'll hold a spot down
deep in my heart,
Till the stars no longer
shine.
Your soul shall live on
forever,
On through the fields of
time.
For there'll never be another
to me,
Like that wonderful Mother
of mine. - Author
Unknown
(A friend sent me this poem
shortly after my Mom died. Thanks Chrissy!)
"Where
Daddy Waits"
For those of us that are
here in tears
It seems like days, since
he left us here.
But it's been many years
since that awful day,
When the angels took my
Daddy away.
I miss him on those endless
nights
When Daddy is needed to
make everything right.
I miss his smile, his laugh,
his charm,
I miss being held in Daddy's
arms.
I remember his stories,
his smell, his touch...
I still miss him so very
much.
But when my last breath,
I finally draw,
And I walk through death's
open door,
He'll be there, standing,
at Heaven's Gates
I know, that's where my
Daddy waits.
~~Written by Scarlet238
"23rd
Psalm" - A new interpretation
Because the Lord is my Mum's
shepherd,
Mum now has everything she
needs!
Right this very minute,
she is resting in a
lush green pasture, beside
a quiet stream.
All of her pain has been
washed away
and she has received a new
body.
Even though Mum walked through
the dark valley of death,
she was not alone.
And she is not now and never
will be afraid,
because the Lord is right
there with her,
guiding her and comforting
her,
just as He is comforting
me.
Mum is sitting at a table
amongst all enemies
and she's being treated
as an honoured guest.
Blessings are overflowing!
Surely goodness and mercy
will surround Mum every day!
And she will live in the
Lord's house forever.
And that is where we will
meet again, when it is time. - Author unknown
"My
First Christmas in Heaven"
I see the countless Christmas
Trees around the world below,
with tiny lights, like heaven's
stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular,
please wipe away that tear,
for I am spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas
songs that people hold so dear, but
the sounds of music can't
compare
with the Christmas choir
up here.
I have no words to tell
you, the joy their voices bring,
for it is beyond description,
to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss
me. I see the pain inside your heart,
but I am not so far away.
We really aren't apart. So be happy
for me dear ones. You know
I hold you dear,
and be glad I'm spending
Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.
I send you each a special
gift, from my heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory
of my undying love.
After all "love" is a gift,
more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important
in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each
other, as my Father said to do,
for I can't count the blessings
or love He has for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas
and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I'm spending Christmas,
with Jesus Christ this year.
- Author Unknown
(Since Mom died at the end
of November, this poem was a comfort to me that first Christmas.)
Dear Ann,
After my mother passed away,
I found this clipping in her sewing box. It
appeared in your column
on Mother's Day 1979. I was a good daughter and let my mother know
how much I loved and appreciated her. But maybe I didn't do as good
a job as I should have. That is the thought that crossed my mind when I
read the column. Otherwise, why did she clip it?
Signed,
A Few Regrets
"Dear Mom"
I wish I could spend Mother's Day with you but I can't, so I am writing a letter instead. I understand so many things now that I didn't understand when I was growing up. I didn't know how hurt you were by some of the things I said and did until I was hurt the same way by my own children. |
"I am the most heartbroken person on earth. I always found time to go
"Letter to Dear Abby"
everywhere else but to see my old, gray-haired parents. They sat home
alone, loving me just the same.
It is too late now to give them those few hours of happiness I was too
selfish and too busy to give, and now when I go to visit their graves and
look at the green grass above them, I wonder if God will ever forgive me
for the heartaches I must have caused them.
I pray that you will print this Abby, to tell those who still have their parents
to visit them and show their love and respect while there is still time. For it
is later than you think."
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