You could write your own poem, describing the characteristics or cherished memories that you have of your loved one. Children need to express their feelings too, so you could make it a family project. A rhyming poem is not compulsory.
It's also nice to remember a person by playing their favourite piece of music or reading a poem they liked, even if it doesn't go along with the same theme as the rest of the service.
I have listed some of the more popular funeral poems, readings and verses that can be heard during a funeral service. Instead of just picking out something, I recommend you use this page to get you inspired to come up with some ideas of your own.
I hope that there is lots of useful information here that will help you and best wishes for the funeral service.
Some of the poems here are suitable for memorials, some are better at funerals and some can be read at either or both ceremonies.
Funeral Poems that Can Be Read Before Releasing White Doves
The White Chariot
During your journey on your final flight home. White wings will carry you and you will be flown. To the pearly gates of Heaven, where they will usher you in. To the feet of your Lord, your Saviour, and your friend. He will hold you in his arms and the angels will sing. As another one of His children is delivered by white wings.
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there.I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet white doves in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there,I did not die.
God looked around his garden and found an empty place He then looked down upon the Earth and saw your tired face He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest With the help of his angels they flew you to your heavenly place
Gods garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best He knew you were suffering, he knew you were in pain He knew that you would never get well on Earth again
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills too hard to climb He closed your weary eyelids and whispered "Peace be Thine" It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn't go alone For part of us went with you the day God called you home
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Serene and beautiful and very wise, Most erudite in curious Grecian lore, You lay and read your learned books, and bore A weight of unshed tears and silent sighs. The song within your heart could never rise Until love bade it spread its wings and soar. Nor could you look on Beauty's face before A poet's burning mouth had touched your eyes.
Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder; Love is a poignant and accustomed pain. It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder; It is a linnet's fluting after rain. Love's voice is through your song; above and under And in each note to echo and remain
A red rose is His Sacred Heart, a white rose is His face, And His breath has turned the barren world to a rich and flowery place. He is the Rose of Sharon, His gardener am I, And I shall drink His fragrance in Heaven when I die.
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream-and not make dreams your master; If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop to build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And,which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that I once had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one. I'd like to leave an after glow of smiles when life is done. I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. 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'll lend you for a little while A child of mine, God said For you to love the while she lives And mourn for when she's dead It may be six or seven years, Or forty-two or three But will you, till I call her back Take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you And - should her stay be brief, You'll have her lovely memories As a solace for your grief I cannot promise she will stay For all from earth returns But there are lessons taught below I want this child to learn.
I've looked the whole world over In my search for teachers true And from all beings that crowd life's land I have chosen you Now, will you give her all your love Nor think the labor vain. Nor hate me when I come to take This lent child back again
I fancied that I heard you say "Dear Lord, Thy will be done. For all the joys Thy child will bring The risk of grief we'll run We will shelter her with tenderness We'll love her while we may - And for the happiness we have now know Forever grateful stay."
But should the angels come for her Much sooner than we'd planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand
Should you go first and I remain to walk the road alone I'll live in memory's garden, dear with happy days we've known in Spring I'll wait for roses red, when fades the lilacs blue, in early fall, when brown leaves call I'll catch a glimpse of you
Should you go first, and I remain for battles to be fought, each thing you've touched along the way will be a hallowed spot I'll hear your voice; I'll see your smile, though blindly I may grope the memory of your helping hand will buoy me on with hope
Should you go first and I remain to finish with the scroll, no length'ning shadows ahall creep in to make this life seem droll We've known so much of happiness we've had our cup of joy, and memory is one gift of God that death cannot destroy
Should you go first and I remain, one thing I'd have you do; walk slowly down that long, lone path, for soon I'll follow you I'll want to know each step you take that I may walk the same, for some day down that lonely road you'll hear me call your name
Author: A.K. Rowswell
-Thanks to Gladys for contributing this poem. It's dedicated to the memory of her sister, Angela Moylett- Go To Top Of Page
The Broken Chain
We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name, In life we loved you dearly,in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone. For part of us went with you, the day God called you home. You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide, And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same, But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
Feel no guilt in laughter, she knows how much you care Feel no sorrow in a smile that she’s not here to share You cannot grieve forever, she would not want you to She’d hope that you can carry on, the way you always do So talk about the good times and the ways you showed you cared The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared Let memories surround you.
A word someone may say Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day That brings her back as clearly as though she were still here And fills you with the feelings that she is always near For if you keep these moments, you will never be apart And she will live forever locked safe within your heart ANON
Just close your eyes and you will see All the memories that you have of me Just sit and relax and you will find I'm really still there inside your mind Don’t cry for me now I'm gone For I am in the land of song There is no pain, there is no fear So dry away that silent tear Don’t think of me in the dark and cold For here I am, no longer old I'm in that place that’s filled with love Known to you all, as "UP ABOVE"
Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you whatever we were to each other that we still are call me by my old familiar name speak to me in the easy way which you always used put no difference in your tone wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together pray smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effort without the trace of a shadow in it Life means all that it ever meant it is the same as it ever was there is unbroken continuity why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you somewhere very near just around the corner All is well
Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918) Canon of St Paul's Cathedral
Don't weep at my grave, For I am not there, I've a date with a butterfly to dance in the air. I'll be singing in the sunshine, Wild and free, Playing tag with the wind, Please dont weep for me. How can i live What am i to do Now apart of my heart, Is buried with you?
-Sent in by Hannah McCallum (Age 11)in Memory of her Grandmother-
Our lives go on without you But nothing is the same We have to hide our heartache When someone speaks your name Sad are the hearts that love you Silent are the tears that fall Living without you is the hardest part of all You did so many things for us Your heart was so kind and true And when we needed someone We could always count on you The special years will not return When we are all together But with the love in our hearts You walk with us forever
When God calls little children to dwell with Him above, We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love. For no heartache compares with the death of one small child Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold, So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old. God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try, The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye." So when a little child departs, we who are left behind Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find.
Little Angels (2)- Author Unknown Change the name, age and gender for your own situation
God sent an angel to the earth... The sweetest angel too and for such a tiny little thing, she had so much to do. She knew she did not have much time upon this earth to stay, so she did not waste a second; she got started right away.
Her eyes were bright and sparkly, she took in every turn. She did not miss a single thing, because Angel came to learn! God sent her here to touch the hearts of those he could not reach... She taught them courage, strength and faith, because Angel came to teach.
Her tiny little body was so full of God above, you felt it when you held her, because Kaitlyn came to love.
In eleven short months she managed what many never will. When she went home to Jesus, her purpose was fulfilled. She learned and taught, loved and played, she learned her lessons well. I know he was so proud of her when she went home to dwell.
But when I miss her OH-SO-MUCH, I can almost hear him say, please understand, her work was done... Kaitlyn did not come to stay.
-Thanks to Michelle and Samantha for finding these poems-
Bible Verses That Convey the Symbolism of White Doves
Genesis 8:8-12. Noah releases a dove to see if the flood had receded and it returns with an olive branch.
Matthew 3:16-17. When John baptises Jesus the spirit of God decended upon him like a dove.
Psalm 55:6. "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest-"
Bible Verses that are often read at Funerals
Matthew 6:9-15. The Lord's Prayer
Isaiah 57:1-2. Those who walk uprightly enter into peace.
John 3:16. "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son so that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."
1 Corinthians 15:20-23. The resurrection of Christ
1 Peter 3:8-22. ...live in harmony with one another.
Isaiah 65:17-25. Hope for the future
Matthew 6:19-21. Treasures in heaven
Psalm 23. The Lord is my Shepherd...
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