God Saw You Getting Tired

silhouette of tree near body of water during golden hour

By Frances and Kathleen Coelho

God saw you 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
As you slowly slipped away
And though we loved you dearly
We couldn’t make you stay.

Your golden heart stopped beating
Your tired hands put to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.

The Broken Chain

chain a serial assembly connected pieces

by Ron Tranmer – https://www.rontranmer.com/broken-chain-original/

We little knew the day that
God was going to call your name
In life we loved you dearly
In death we do the same

It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home

You left us peaceful memories
Your love is still out guide
And though we cannot see you
You are always at our side

Our family chain is broken
And nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again.

I Am Not Gone

blue and white boat on body of water

Author Unknown

I am not gone
I am in the hearts and bodies of my children
I am in the raising of my children and their children to come
I am in their laughter and in their eyes
Following a lifelong pattern I have set before them
I am in their caring and in their strength
I am in the minds of everyone that has known me
Search you hearts for good memories
And then you will know
I am not gone

When I’m Gone

by Mosiah Lyman Hancock

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 I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day 

Then forget to grieve 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 evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet 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.