God Saw You Getting Tired Poem

As one looks on a face through a window, through life I have looked on God, Amelia Burr, American poet (1878 – 1968). In the beauty of God's Heaven. "You didn't deserve what you went through, So He gave you rest.

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I am waiting for you for an interval. Across the sky flashed scenes of his life. ""I cannot promise he will stay. And remember me in the wintertime. When all things repose, do you alone. This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. Thou, redeemed from pain. Lingering I turn away, This late hour, yet glad enough. To love, is to risk not being loved in return.

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Long before the sunrise in the glimmering dawn. My true love hath my heart. He spreads a table before me with all kinds of foods. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down.

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I've looked the wide world over. So he put his arms around you, and whispered come with me. If you are the copyright holder of this poem and it was submitted by one of our users without your consent, please contact us here and we will be happy to remove it. So grieve awhile for me if grieve you must, Then let your grief be comforted by trust.

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For I am now with Jesus. Here is an adaption of the poem by one of our readers; To God's Garden. Epitaph on William Muir. Family o' mine: I should like to send you a sunbeam. To lose one's health is more, To lose one's soul is such a loss. By a terrifying clamour of trumpets? He said my place was ready.

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So He took you in His caring hands, And whispered 'Come to me. For there's much for you to do. To the angry, I was cheated, But to the happy, I am at peace, And to the faithful, I have never left. Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer.

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So might we talk of the old familiar faces–. Remember me in the fall. And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken. Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things.

He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble ever shall. The voice is mute and stilled the heart. And never, never be afraid to die. This poem about loss is written by Frances, and Kathleen Coelho, is something that will touch the hearts of everyone who reads it.

That will never go away. Although the curtain falls. Farewell My friends. In tears we watched you sinking, We watched you fade away, And though our hearts were breaking, We knew you could not stay.

Our lips cannot speak how we loved you, Our hearts cannot tell what to say, But God only knows how we miss you, In our home that is lonely today. As dreams are made on, and our little life.