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Forever And Always
Dear One,
You are not forgotten -
You are remembered,
And held in our hearts,
And when the moment arrives,
And when we also depart,
On our souls’ journey,
We will carry with us
The memory of you,
And once we enter through the Pearly Gates
And once we are in Heaven,
And in the presence of God and the angels,
We will greet you with,
“Dear one, we remember you . . .
And that is Forever And Always.”
By David Hugh Beaumont (born 1966)
Dear One,
You are not forgotten -
You are remembered,
And held in our hearts,
And when the moment arrives,
And when we also depart,
On our souls’ journey,
We will carry with us
The memory of you,
And once we enter through the Pearly Gates
And once we are in Heaven,
And in the presence of God and the angels,
We will greet you with,
“Dear one, we remember you . . .
And that is Forever And Always.”
By David Hugh Beaumont (born 1966)
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Heaven’s Nursery
In Heaven there must surely be,
A special place, a nursery.
Where little spirits not fully grown,
Go to live in their Heavenly home.
By Author Unknown
In Heaven there must surely be,
A special place, a nursery.
Where little spirits not fully grown,
Go to live in their Heavenly home.
By Author Unknown
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Spring Thaw
Not that winter seemed so long, -
We were content together, -
Our home was warm with love, it could
Withstand the fiercest weather.
Yet sometimes we would speak of Spring,
Anticipate the greening
On all the views we loved so well,
Now touched with greater meaning.
Today I walk in early Spring
As memories come welling . . .
And oh, to see a crocus bloom
And you not here for telling!
By Lee Avery Reed
Not that winter seemed so long, -
We were content together, -
Our home was warm with love, it could
Withstand the fiercest weather.
Yet sometimes we would speak of Spring,
Anticipate the greening
On all the views we loved so well,
Now touched with greater meaning.
Today I walk in early Spring
As memories come welling . . .
And oh, to see a crocus bloom
And you not here for telling!
By Lee Avery Reed
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Treasured Season
For Everything there is
An Appointed Season,
And a Time for Everything
Under Heaven -
A Time for Sowing,
A Time for Reaping;
A Time for Sharing,
A Time for Caring.
A Time for Loving,
A Time for Giving;
A Time for Remembering,
A Time for Parting.
You have Made Everything
Beautiful in Its Time,
And Everything You Have Done
Remains Forever.
By Author Unknown
Work inspired by “The Bible” (King James Version), ‘Ecclesiastes,’ chapter 3, verses 1 through 8: “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven . . .” -Author Unknown
For Everything there is
An Appointed Season,
And a Time for Everything
Under Heaven -
A Time for Sowing,
A Time for Reaping;
A Time for Sharing,
A Time for Caring.
A Time for Loving,
A Time for Giving;
A Time for Remembering,
A Time for Parting.
You have Made Everything
Beautiful in Its Time,
And Everything You Have Done
Remains Forever.
By Author Unknown
Work inspired by “The Bible” (King James Version), ‘Ecclesiastes,’ chapter 3, verses 1 through 8: “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven . . .” -Author Unknown
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The Dragonfly Story
In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their group ever came back after crawling up the stem of the lilies to the top of the water. They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to him. Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface; he rested himself on top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation which made him a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain he tried to keep his promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below. Then he realized that if they could ever see him they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number. The fact that we cannot see our friends or communicate with them after the transformation which we call death is no proof that they cease to exist.
by Walter Dudley Cavert: "Remember Now: Daily Devotionals for Young People" (1944)
Walter Dudley Cavert was born on 18 January 1891 in Charlton, Saratoga County, New York, United States of America. In 1915, he became an ordained minister in the Presbyterian Church. He was married on 17 July 1916 to Harriet Harrer (1890 - 1973). In 1918, he served as a chaplain in the United States Army with the rank of Lieutenant, and was later a reservist with the rank of Captain. His published works include, “Ours Is the Faith” (1960), “Prayers for Scouts” (1964), and “In the Days of Thy Youth: Devotional Readings for Young People” (1971). Walter Dudley Cavert passed on at 94 years of age on 1 January 1986 in Cumberland, Allegany County, Maryland, United States of America.
In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their group ever came back after crawling up the stem of the lilies to the top of the water. They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to him. Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface; he rested himself on top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation which made him a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain he tried to keep his promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below. Then he realized that if they could ever see him they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number. The fact that we cannot see our friends or communicate with them after the transformation which we call death is no proof that they cease to exist.
by Walter Dudley Cavert: "Remember Now: Daily Devotionals for Young People" (1944)
Walter Dudley Cavert was born on 18 January 1891 in Charlton, Saratoga County, New York, United States of America. In 1915, he became an ordained minister in the Presbyterian Church. He was married on 17 July 1916 to Harriet Harrer (1890 - 1973). In 1918, he served as a chaplain in the United States Army with the rank of Lieutenant, and was later a reservist with the rank of Captain. His published works include, “Ours Is the Faith” (1960), “Prayers for Scouts” (1964), and “In the Days of Thy Youth: Devotional Readings for Young People” (1971). Walter Dudley Cavert passed on at 94 years of age on 1 January 1986 in Cumberland, Allegany County, Maryland, United States of America.
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Waiting at the Door
I am waiting for the Master,
Who will bid me rise and come
To the glory of His presence,
To the gladness of His home.
(Refrain*)
They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming,
All the loved ones gone before.
Many a weary path I’ve traveled,
In the darkest storm and strife,
Bearing many a heavy burden,
Often struggling for my life.
(Refrain)
They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming,
All the loved ones gone before.
Many friends that traveled with me,
Reached that portal long ago;
One by one they left me battling
With the dark and crafty foe.
(Refrain)
They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming,
All the loved ones gone before.
Yes, their pilgrimage was shorter,
And their triumph sooner won;
Oh, how lovingly they’ll greet me
When the toils of life are done.
(Refrain)
They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming,
All the loved ones gone before.
Lyrics by K. M. Reasoner (Katherine M. Reasoner)
Music by Tullius O’Kane (1830 - 1912)
Published in year 1881
*A refrain in song lyrics is a repeated line or verse.
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I am waiting for the Master,
Who will bid me rise and come
To the glory of His presence,
To the gladness of His home.
(Refrain*)
They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming,
All the loved ones gone before.
Many a weary path I’ve traveled,
In the darkest storm and strife,
Bearing many a heavy burden,
Often struggling for my life.
(Refrain)
They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming,
All the loved ones gone before.
Many friends that traveled with me,
Reached that portal long ago;
One by one they left me battling
With the dark and crafty foe.
(Refrain)
They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming,
All the loved ones gone before.
Yes, their pilgrimage was shorter,
And their triumph sooner won;
Oh, how lovingly they’ll greet me
When the toils of life are done.
(Refrain)
They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming,
All the loved ones gone before.
Lyrics by K. M. Reasoner (Katherine M. Reasoner)
Music by Tullius O’Kane (1830 - 1912)
Published in year 1881
*A refrain in song lyrics is a repeated line or verse.
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Byron Lee Johnson
Not long after our youngsters and the children from the neighboring farm went off to the woods to pick huckleberries, a sudden summer shower came up. It really poured, and soon all the children came back - with dripping wet clothes and very few berries. All except my son, Byron Lee. It wasn’t until much later, after the shower was over, that he came around the corner of the barn. His face was beaming as he proudly held up his bucket full of berries, and to our amazement his clothes were as dry as a powder horn. Asked how he’d kept dry, Byron Lee said, ‘Oh, I heard that rain coming so I pulled my clothes off and stuffed them in a hollow log and kept on picking berries. By the time the sun came out I had my bucket full, so I put my clothes on and came home.’ With Byron Lee’s Yankee ingenuity and habitual good luck, we were confident he would return safely from World War II. Our son didn’t come back - but we are certain that these rare qualities made him a good soldier as long as he survived.
by Mrs. R. B. Johnson
Byron Lee Johnson was born on 18 August 1919. He served as a First Lieutenant in the American military. Byron Lee Johnson passed on at 25 years of age on 9 January 1945 aboard a Japanese prisoner of war ship near Formosa.
Mrs. R. B. Johnson was Mrs. Ranthus Byron Johnson (her husband’s name preceded by her title ‘Mrs.’ as was common practice at the time); she was also known as Thelma Johnson (maiden name White).
Not long after our youngsters and the children from the neighboring farm went off to the woods to pick huckleberries, a sudden summer shower came up. It really poured, and soon all the children came back - with dripping wet clothes and very few berries. All except my son, Byron Lee. It wasn’t until much later, after the shower was over, that he came around the corner of the barn. His face was beaming as he proudly held up his bucket full of berries, and to our amazement his clothes were as dry as a powder horn. Asked how he’d kept dry, Byron Lee said, ‘Oh, I heard that rain coming so I pulled my clothes off and stuffed them in a hollow log and kept on picking berries. By the time the sun came out I had my bucket full, so I put my clothes on and came home.’ With Byron Lee’s Yankee ingenuity and habitual good luck, we were confident he would return safely from World War II. Our son didn’t come back - but we are certain that these rare qualities made him a good soldier as long as he survived.
by Mrs. R. B. Johnson
Byron Lee Johnson was born on 18 August 1919. He served as a First Lieutenant in the American military. Byron Lee Johnson passed on at 25 years of age on 9 January 1945 aboard a Japanese prisoner of war ship near Formosa.
Mrs. R. B. Johnson was Mrs. Ranthus Byron Johnson (her husband’s name preceded by her title ‘Mrs.’ as was common practice at the time); she was also known as Thelma Johnson (maiden name White).
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Back for One Day
If I could come back for just one day
I know exactly what I would say
To my family and friends and those who I love
As a message from God who speaks from above
I would say it’s okay to be sad for awhile
But what I really want most is to see your smile,
And for you to go on and live once again
Allowing the Lord to comfort your pain.
I know that you loved me with all of your heart
And that none of you wanted for me to depart
I don’t quite understand it myself
But I know you’ll get by with a little help.
Yes, I would say to be sad for a day
And to do what you need to do;
And then lift up your eyes to the wonder of the sky
And know that I loved you too.
by Wanda M. Wolfe
If I could come back for just one day
I know exactly what I would say
To my family and friends and those who I love
As a message from God who speaks from above
I would say it’s okay to be sad for awhile
But what I really want most is to see your smile,
And for you to go on and live once again
Allowing the Lord to comfort your pain.
I know that you loved me with all of your heart
And that none of you wanted for me to depart
I don’t quite understand it myself
But I know you’ll get by with a little help.
Yes, I would say to be sad for a day
And to do what you need to do;
And then lift up your eyes to the wonder of the sky
And know that I loved you too.
by Wanda M. Wolfe
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His Precious Gift
One gift, above all others
God gives to us to treasure
One that knows no time, no place
And one gold cannot measure.
The precious, poignant, tender gift
Of Memory - that will keep
Our dear one’s ever in our hearts
Although God gives them sleep
It brings back long-remembered things
A song, a word, a smile
And our world’s a better place - because
We had them - for awhile!
by Jessie Home Fairweather
One gift, above all others
God gives to us to treasure
One that knows no time, no place
And one gold cannot measure.
The precious, poignant, tender gift
Of Memory - that will keep
Our dear one’s ever in our hearts
Although God gives them sleep
It brings back long-remembered things
A song, a word, a smile
And our world’s a better place - because
We had them - for awhile!
by Jessie Home Fairweather
