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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.

Prayers for Special Help

#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!


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