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This everlasting slumber, he calls home for us to have rest, God s willing plan for all mankind, a formidable time of test. We'll be home once more. Hi, this poem is so gentle, no anger, your faith must be very very strong, it is very beautiful and simple in its performance, loved this write, all the best and God bless, hugs Di. GOD Only Takes The Best - a poem by Wounded Warrior - All Poetry. However, while the lord who sits in the heavens broke our hearts, he showed that he only takes the greatest with him to the heights. Although the curtain falls.
Or watch the huge Atlantic rollers break. Such a honest and understanding message in this piece. Sometimes we would disagree. To all my fondest thoughts of Thee; Within my heart they still shall dwell. God broke our hearts to prove to us, HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST. Please Sign In or create a New Account to leave a reply! And I still hold that strand. Within my heart is ringing. I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then; One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. Let it not be a death but completeness. So He set you down to rest. He Only Takes The Best - a poem by AntiConformity - All Poetry. His jouney's just begun. And He walks with me, and He talks to me, And He tells me I am His own, None other has ever known.
It's often difficult to adjust when you loose someone close, even more so when it's two people. If absence be not death, neither is theirs. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Go where it doth deserve. When earth's foundations flee, nor sky nor land nor sea. God took you to His loving Home. Anne Bronte, novelist, poet and youngest of the three Bronte sisters (1820 – 1849). To hear my laughter from a cloud. Feed not your lonliness on empty days. "I'll lend you for a little time a child of Mine. " We would not grieve. Famous poetry classics.
To my dear and loving husband. An even richer and more glorious life, And most of all, because Thine only Son. The Best - The Best Poem by Victoria Walker. If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me, I know how much you love me as much as I love you, And each time you think of me I know you'll miss me too. So He took you in His caring hands, And whispered 'Come to me. Just around the corner. And he will live forever locked safely within your heart. But start out bravely with a gallant smile.
Think of her still the same way, I say; She is not dead, she is just away. Then while we live, in love let's so persever, That when we live no more we may live ever. For the power God has given, and the strength from up above. That will never go away. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord. Poem if i had only known. I remain in your heart and your mind. This funeral poem for mum is certainly what you feel like after she is gone far away from you. So I did sit down and eat. Vladimir Holan, Czech poet (1905 – 1980). Helen Steiner Rice, American poet (1900 – 1981). Is where you'll always stay. Memories of My Brother.
Shall sleep the sleep that kings desire in vain: Not thine the sense of loss. Is still on the roses; And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, the Son of God He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own. For I am waiting for you in the sky. All copyrights Reserved to the author of this poem. Or grieve with great despair. And sit down with the SHEPHERD CHIEF forever. I am so touched by this. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. I took His hand when I heard Him call; I turned my back and left it all. I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun; Of happy memories that I leave when life is done. I am the soft stars that shine at night. We'll shelter him with tenderness, We'll love him while we may, And for the happiness we've known, Forever grateful stay.
Let it be spoken without effort. As dreams are made on, and our little life. And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. The sadness of the present days. It seems to be a very pleasant write, as compared to your more recent ones.
To the sorrowful, I will never return. That we could know today. The GREAT FATHER above a SHEPHERD CHIEF is. And to try, is to risk failure. Note: read by Gregory Peck at Frank Sinatra's funeral in 1998. While thinking of the many things. B. I think, no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Whatever we were to each other. So this was a poem in the lil obituary card for my aunt.