{"id":79,"date":"2017-07-21T03:29:38","date_gmt":"2017-07-21T03:29:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wallsfuneralservices.oamaru.net.nz\/?page_id=79"},"modified":"2017-07-21T03:40:38","modified_gmt":"2017-07-21T03:40:38","slug":"verses","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/wallsfuneralservices.oamaru.net.nz\/?page_id=79","title":{"rendered":"Verses"},"content":{"rendered":"

God Saw You Getting Tired<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/u><\/p>\n

God saw you getting tired
\nWhen a cure was not to be,
\nHe wrapped his arms around you
\nAnd whispered \u2018Come to me\u2019.
\nYou didn\u2019t deserve what you went through,
\nSo He gave you rest.
\nGod\u2019s garden must be beautiful,
\nHe only takes the best
\nAnd when I saw you sleeping
\nSo peaceful and free from pain
\nI could not wish you back
\nTo suffer that again
\nSo keep your arms around her, Lord,
\nAnd give her special care,
\nMake up for all she suffered
\nAnd all that seemed unfair.<\/p>\n

ANON<\/p>\n

\n

Remembering<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n

You can shed tears that he is gone
\nOr you can smile because he has lived.
\nYou can close your eyes and pray that he\u2019ll come back
\nOr you can open your eyes and see all he\u2019s left.
\nYour heart can be empty because you can\u2019t see him
\nOr you can be full of the love you shared.
\nYou can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday.
\nOr you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
\nYou can remember him and only that he has gone
\nOr you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
\nYou can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
\nOr you can do what he\u2019d want: smile, open your \u00a0eyes, love and go on.<\/p>\n

ANON<\/p>\n

\n

In Remembrance<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n

You gave me life
\nTo live as I please
\nYou gave me love and
\nSupport\u00a0 to follow my dreams.
\nYour beauty lives
\nForever deep in my soul,
\nThe memory of your love
\nFills my heart
\nAnd I am never alone.<\/p>\n

CHRISTINE CURRAH, 2002<\/p>\n

\n

Remember<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n

Remember me when I am gone away,
\nGone far away into the silent land;
\nWhen you can no more hold me by the hand,
\nNor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
\nRemember me when no more day by day
\nYou tell me of our future that you planned:
\nOnly remember me: you understand
\nIt will be late to counsel then or pray.
\nYet if you should forget me for a while
\nAnd afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave
\nA vestige of the thought that once I had,
\nBetter by far you should forget and smile
\nThan that you should remember and be sad.<\/p>\n

CHRISTINA ROSSETTI (1830-1894)<\/p>\n

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Remember Me<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n

Remember me when I am gone
\nBut not with sorrow, pain and grief
\nThink of me as a turning leaf
\nThat in the Winter falls from its branch
\nTo be born again in Spring
\nAnd live forever in your heart.<\/p>\n

CHRISTINE CURRAH, 2002<\/p>\n

\n

God\u2019s Garden<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n

God looked around his garden
\nAnd found an empty space.
\nThen he looked down upon the earth
\nAnd saw your tired face.
\nHe put his arms around you
\nAnd lifted you to rest.
\nGod\u2019s garden must be beautiful
\nFor He only takes the best.
\nHe knew that you were suffering.
\nHe knew you were in pain.
\nHe knew you would never get well
\nUpon\u00a0 this earth again.
\nHe saw the roads were getting rough
\nAnd the hills were hard to climb,
\nSo he closed your weary eyes
\nAnd whispered \u2018Peace be thine\u2019
\nIt broke my heart to lose you
\nBut you did not go alone
\nFor part of me went with you
\nThe day God called you home.<\/p>\n

ANON<\/p>\n

\n

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God Make Me Brave<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n

God make me brave
\nLet me strengthen after pain
\nAs a tree strengthens after rain
\nShining and lovely again.
\nAs a blown grass lifts, let me rise
\nFrom sorrow with quiet eyes
\nKnowing Thy way is wise
\nGod make me braver-life brings
\nSuch blinding things!
\nHelp me keep Thee in my sight
\nThat out of dark-comes light.<\/p>\n

ANON<\/p>\n

\n

My Friends
\n<\/u><\/em>My friends
\nI smile and
\nBid you goodbye
\nNo, shed no tears
\nFor I need them not
\nAll I need is your smile.
\nIf you feel sad
\nDo think of me
\nFor that\u2019s what I\u2019ll like
\nWhen you live in the hearts
\nOf those you love
\nRemember then …
\nYou never die.<\/p>\n

RABINDRANATH TAGORE (1861-1941)<\/p>\n

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Fly, Fly Little Wing<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n

Fly, fly little wing
\nFly beyond imagining
\nThe softest cloud, the whitest dove
\nUpon the wind of heaven\u2019s love
\nPast the plants and the stars
\nLeave this lonely world of ours
\nEscape the sorrow and the pain
\nAnd fly again.<\/p>\n

Fly, fly precious one
\nYour endless journey has begun
\nTake your gentle happiness
\nFar too beautiful for this
\nCross over to the other shore
\nThere is peace for ever more
\nBut hold this memory bittersweet
\nUntil we meet.<\/p>\n

Fly, fly do not fear
\nDon\u2019t waste a breath, don\u2019t shed a tear
\nYour heart is pure, your soul is free
\nBe on your way, don\u2019t wait for me
\nAbove the universe you\u2019ll climb
\nOn beyond the hands of time
\nThe moon will rise, the sun will set
\nBut I won\u2019t forget.<\/p>\n

Fly, fly little wing
\nFly where only angels sing
\nFly away the time is right
\nGo now, find the light.<\/p>\n

JEAN_JACQUES GOLDMAN and PHIL GALSTON<\/p>\n

\n

Farewell My Friends<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n

It was beautiful
\nAs long as it lasted
\nThe journey of my life.
\nI have no regrets
\nWhatsoever save
\nThe pain I\u2019ll leave behind.
\nThose dear hearts
\nWho love and care
\nAnd the heavy with sleep
\nEver moist eyes
\nThe smile in spite of a
\nLump in the throat
\nAnd the strings pulling
\nAt the heart and soul.
\nThe strong arms
\nThat held me up
\nWhen my own strength
\nLet me down
\nEach morsel that I was
\nFed with was full of love divine.
\nAt every turning of my life
\nI came across
\nGood friends
\nFriends who stood by me
\nEven when the time raced me by.
\nFarewell
\nFarewell.<\/p>\n

Poetry Readings<\/p>\n

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The Dash Between the Years<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n

I read of a man who stood to speak
\nAt the funeral of his friend
\nHe referred to the dates on his tombstone
\nFrom the beginning to the end.
\nHe noted that first came his date of birth
\nAnd spoke the following date with tears.
\nBut said what mattered most of all
\nWas the dash between those years.
\nFor that dash represents all the time
\nThat he spent alive on earth
\nAnd now only those who loved him
\nKnow what that little line is worth.
\nFor it matters not how much we own,
\nThe cars, the house, the cash,
\nWhat matters is how we live and love
\nAnd how we spent our dash
\nSo think about this long and hard
\nAre there things you\u2019d like to change?
\nFor you never know how much time is left
\nThat can still be rearranged.
\nIf we could just slow down enough
\nTo consider what\u2019s true and real
\nAnd always try to understand
\nThe way other people feel.
\nAnd be less quick to anger,
\nAnd show appreciation more,
\nAnd love the people in our lives
\nLike we\u2019ve never loved before.
\nIf we treat each other with respect
\nAnd more often wear a smile
\nRemembering that this special dash
\nMight only last a little while.
\nSo, when your eulogy is being read
\nWith your life\u2019s actions to rehash
\nWould you be proud of the things they say
\nAbout how you spent your dash?<\/p>\n

ANON<\/p>\n

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