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10 Spiritual Poems on Death

KavishalaKavishala June 16, 2020
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#1: Another Leaf Has Fallen

Another leaf has fallen,

another soul has gone.

But still we have God’s promises,

in every robin’s song.

For he is in His heaven,

and though He takes away, He always leaves to mortals,

the bright sun’s kindly ray.

He leaves the fragrant blossoms,

and lovely forest, green.

And gives us new found comfort,

when we on Him will lean.

#2: Life

Life is just a stepping-stone

A pause before we make it home

A simple place to rest and be,

Until we reach eternity.

Everyone has a life journey,

A path to take with lots to see

God guides our steps along the way,

But we were never meant to stay.

Our final destination is a place

Filled with love, His majesty and grace.

Today we celebrate the life of a loved one

Who has gone before us, the race he has won.

His journey has now ended,

His spirit has ascended

Claiming the great reward

With Jesus, our Lord.

Prayers for Special Help

#3: A Place Called Heaven

I have a place that waits for me

A place I love, called Calvary

Where angels sing and rejoice all day

And children laugh, run and play.

Here the Masters holds my hand

As we walk through Heaven’s land.

This is the place I’ve dreamed of for so long

So beautiful, so heavenly like the angel’s song.

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#4: Death Be Not Proud (Holy Sonnet X)

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;

For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee do go,

Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.

Thou’art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,

And poppy’or charms can make us sleep as well

And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

By John Donne

#5: The Blessing of St. Francis of Assisi

The Lord bless you

and keep you.

May He show His face

to you and have mercy.

May He turn His countenance

to you and give you peace.

The Lord bless you!

#6: Don’t Weep For Me

Don’t weep for me

For I’ve made it home

Through Heaven’s gates

There I may roam.

Wipe your tears

And dry your eyes

I’m in a better place

With Heaven as my prize.

Don’t weep for me

No tears and no sorrow

Live life for Jesus

He promises tomorrow.

Prayers for Special Help

#7: Hero

A man of integrity, courage and love

The life of an American Hero

Now resides up above

He lived to protect

And served with compassion

Years of fighting

To his death, was his passion.

One day we will see him again

Unknowing of that day,

Only God knows when.

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#8: A Child’s Funeral Poem

He passed away so innocent and true

So brief was his time, we hardly knew.

A baby so sweet with a precious smile

The time we had with him was so worthwhile.

An early arrival in Heaven that day

Met by the angels in all their array

A comforting thought as they welcomed him there

So much to see and so much to share.

Prayers for Special Help

#9: Love And Go On

You can shed tears that she is gone

or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back

or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her

or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday

or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she’s gone

or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind,

be empty and turn your back

or you can do what she’d want:

smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

By David Harkins

#10: In Pastures Green

In pastures green? Not always; sometimes He

Who knoweth best, in kindness leadeth me

In weary ways, where heavy shadows be.

And by still waters? No, not always so;

Oftimes the heavy tempests round me blow,

And o’er my soul the waves and billows go.

But when the storms beat loudest, and I cry

Aloud for help, the Master standeth by,

And whispers to my soul, “Lo, it is I."

So where He leads me I can safely go,

And in the blest hereafter I shall know

Why in His wisdom He hath led me so.

by H. H. Barry

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