You are closer to death today than you ever have been before.

You’re not really ready to live until you’re ready to die.  —  Charles Swindoll

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for Thou art with me.  ( Psalm 23:4)

Down the street his funeral goes, as sobs and wails diminish,
He died from drinking straight shellac, but he had a lovely finish.

Man’s life means…
Tender teens…Teachable twenties…Tireless thirties…Fiery fories…Forceful fifties…Serious sixties…Sacred seventies…Aching eighties… Shortening breath…Death…The sod…God.  —  Joseph Cook

Christians never see each other for the last time.

Take care of your life: the Lord will take care of your death.  —  F. Whitefield

In the end the things that count are the things you cannot count.

Thou art the shadow of life; and as the tree
Stands in the sun, and shadows all beneath,
So, in the light of great eternity,
Life eminient creates the shade of death:
The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall,
But I shall reign for ever over all.  —  Tennyson

It is the part of a brave man, and especially of a believing man, neither to dread death nor to sigh for it; neither for fear it nor to court it.  —  Spurgeon

The cemetary just raised the price of burial plots–and blamed in on the cost of living.  —  Jewish press

Death is not extinguishing the light from the Christian; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

Born yesterday. Died today.

In the late 1800’s, archaelolgists found Roman tombstones with the inscription…
NF —  F — NS —  NC, short for
non fui —  fui — non sum —  non curo,
I was not, I was, I am not, I don’t care


You’re not really ready to live until you’re ready to die.

–Charles Swindoll


Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for Thou art with me.  ( Psalm 23:4)


Our thoughts are always with you,
You place no one can fill,
In life we loved you dearly
In death we love you still
We know you walk beside us,
And when life is through,
We pray that God will take our hand,
And lead us straight to you.


Every minute a person spends worrying about dying is just one minute that fellow might as well have been dead.

–David J. Schwartz


There is a word of grief the sounding token. There is a word bejewelled with bright tears. The saddest word fond lips have ever spoken, a little word that breaks the chain of years. Its utterance must ever bring emotion, the memories it crystals cannot die. ‘Tis known in every land, on every ocean, ’tis Goodbye.
— Anonymous


This mortal dies,—
But, in the moment when the light fails here,
The darkness open, and the vision clear
Breaks on his/her eyes.
The vail is rent,—
On his enraptured gaze
Heaven’s glory breaks,
He was asleep, and in that moment wakes.
–John Oxenham


DON’T ride in or get in the way of automobiles, as they are the cause of over 20% of all accidents.
DON’T stay at home, as over 17% of all accidents happen inside the home. If you must be at home, stay outside; because only 8.5% of all accidents occur around the outside of the house.
DON’T walk on the street if you can avoid it, as 14% of all accidents occur to pedestrians.
DON’T travel by air, rail or water, because 6% of all accidents are the result of traveling.
DON’T indulge in sports or recreation under any circumstances, for nearly 20% of all accidents result from this cause.
DON’T do anything or go anywhere, for the remaining 14.5% are miscellaneous accidents.

“Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.” Acts 16:31
Being saved you will be prepared to die anywhere, anytime.
–FromMo. Missionary Baptist


There is no death.
They only truly live
Who pass into the life beyond,
And see
This earth is but a school preparative
For higher ministry.
–John Oxenham


How blest the righteous when he dies!
When sinks a weary soul to rest!
How mildly beam the closing eyes!
How gently heaves th’ expiring breast!

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o’er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.

A holy quiet reigns around—
A calm which life nor death destroys;
And nought disturbs the peace profound
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell!
How bright the unchanging morn appears!
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell!

Triumphant smiles the victor’s brow,
Fanned by some guardian angel’s wing:
O grace! where is thy victory now?
And where, O death, is now thy sting?

Life’s labour done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth conspire to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies!


LORD, my house of clay
Doth crumble every day;
Hear me, thou in whom I trust,
Bring me gently unto dust.

Let my end be peace,
Let eyesight softly cease,
And these failing hands of mine
Gently be unclasped by thine.

When I come to die,
Then let me quiet lie
Even as one gone to sleep,
In that other rest more deep.

Yet thy will be done!
For when the fight is won
I shall be in endless rest,
I shall be forever blest.


I was talking to an atheist one day and he said, “I do not believe, Dr. Wilson, what you are preaching.”
I said, “You have told me what you do not believe; perhaps you will tell me what you do believe.”
He replied, “I believe that death ends all.”
“So do I,” I said.
“What! You believe death ends all”
“I certainly do,” I answered. “Death ends all your chance for doing evil; death ends all your joy; death ends all your projects, all your ambitions, all your friendships; death ends all the Gospel you will ever hear; death ends it all for you, and you go out into the outer darkness. As for myself, death ends all my wanderings, all my tears, all my perplexities, all my disappointments, all my aches and pains; death ends it all, and I go to be with the Lord in glory.”
“I never thought of it that way,” he said.
The outcome was that I led that man to Christ just by agreeing with him that “death ends all.”
–Dr. Walter L. W. Wilson


I know not when, I know not where
My time will come to pass away.
And so I live by faith and prayer
As if I knew it were today.
For “Watch,” the Scriptures say to me,
Thy Lord will come in grace and power—
Be ready when He calls for thee,
Thou knowest not the day nor hour.

Why should I be appalled at death?
By God’s decree man dies to live—
Eternity hangs on a breath,
Which God alone can hold or give,
It dominates man’s nature o’er,
The end of watching pain and strife,
And is to man God’s parlour door,
By which he enters endless life.


I’ve been here long and long enough
I’m ready now to start.
I have my ticket in my hand
Impatient to depart.
There are loved ones waiting there for me
They left so long ago.
I am so anxious, like a child,
And time does go so slow.
Why must I stay in this old house?
Its timbers old and weak.
The window panes are cloudy
And the walls all grown and creak.
Oh please Lord, hurry for my soul
I long to come to thee.
I’ve known You well, these many years.
Ah, now Your face I see.
Farewell dear ones, and do not grieve.
Come, smile and cheer me on.
For victory is mine today
And Heaven has begun.
— Dorris Gainder


The Day God Took You Home
In tears we saw you sinking,
And watched you pass away.
Our hearts were almost broken,
We wanted you to stay.
But when we saw you sleeping,
So peaceful, free from pain,
How could we wish you back with us,
To suffer that again. It broke our hearts to
lose you, But you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God took you home.


Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.
— Anonymous


Cowards die many times before their death;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
— William Shakespeare, from Julius Caesar.


Death is not extinguishing the light from the Christian; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.


The hour of death is to the Christian the birthday of endless life.


We struggle against death with all our force
We struggle against death with all our force, for it is our fundamental duty as living creatures to do so. But when, by virtue of the state of things, death comes, we experience that paradox of faith that causes us to abandon the struggle and affirm death as part of a greater plan for the universe as a whole.

To love life so much, and to trust it so completely that we can affirm it in its final act… this is an attitude that can calm and fortify us.

The end is to love extravagantly the life that is greater than any one of us, seeing our own death as a physically necessary passage towards union with a greater wholeness.
— Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, French priest and philosopher (1881 – 1955)


When tomorrow starts without me
When tomorrow starts without me, and I am not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me,
I know how much you love me as much as I love you,
And each time you think of me I know you’ll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand,
That Jesus came and called my name and took me by the hand.
He said that my place is ready in heaven far above,
And that I have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away a tear fell from my eye,
For all my life I’d always thought it wasn’t my time to die.
I had so much to live for and so much yet to do,
It seems almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could have stayed for just a while,
I’d say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realize that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things that I would miss tomorrow,
I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven’s gate and felt so much at home,
As God looked down and smiled at me from his great golden throne.
He said “This is eternity, and all I’ve promised you,
Today your life on earth is past, but here it starts anew.”
“I promise no tomorrow but today will always last,
And since each day’s the same here there’s no longing for the past.”
So when tomorrow starts without me don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me I’m right here in your heart.
— Anonymous


Let us now praise famous men
Let us now praise famous men, and our fathers that begat us.

The Lord hath wrought great glory by them through his great power from the beginning.
Such as did bear rule in their kingdoms, men renowned for their power, giving counsel by their understanding, and declaring prophecies: leaders of the people by their counsels, and by their knowledge of learning meet for the people, wise and eloquent in their instructions: such as found out musical tunes, and recited verses in writing: rich men furnished with ability, living peaceably in their habitations:
All these were honoured in their generations, and were the glory of their times.
There be of them, that have left a name behind them, that their praises might be reported.
And some there be, which have no memorial; who are perished as though they had never been; and their children after them. But these were merciful men, whose righteousness hath not been forgotten. Their bodies are buried in peace; but their name liveth for evermore.
— Ecclesiastes 44


The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away
The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord. As we recall the beloved ones who have passed away, these words bring healing to the hurt that death has wrought. Our loved ones have answered the summons that sounds for all men, for we are sojourners upon earth and our times are in His hands.

We loose our hold upon life when our time is come, as the leaf falls from the bough when its day is done. The deeds of the righteous enrich the lives of men as the fallen leaf enriches the soil beneath. The dust returns to the earth, the spirit lives on with God’s eternal years.

Like the stars by day, our beloved dead are not seen with mortal eyes, but they shine on in the untroubled firmament of endless time. Let us be thankful for the companionship that continues in love that is stronger than death and spans the gulf of the grave. Cherishing their memory, let us, in the presence of the congregation, sanctify the name of God.
— From the Union Prayerbook for Jewish Worship


Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he long’d to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
— Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 – 1894)


Our revels are now ended
Our revels are now ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded in a sleep.
— William Shakespeare, from The Tempest (III, iv)


Fear no more the heat o’ the sun
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o’ the great;
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak;
The scepter, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish’d joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
— William Shakespeare (1564-1616), from the Romance Cymbeline


I cannot say and I will not say
That she is dead, she is just away.
With a cheery smile and a wave of hand
She has wandered into an unknown land;
And left us dreaming how very fair
Its needs must be, since she lingers there.

And you-oh you, who the wildest yearn
From the old-time step and the glad return-
Think of her faring on, as dear
In the love of there, as the love of here
Think of her still the same way, I say;
She is not dead, she is just away.
— James Whitcomb Riley, American poet (1849 – 1916)


Peace My heart
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.
— Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher (1861 – 1941)


A Dieu And Au Revoir
As you love me, let there be
No mourning when I go,–
No tearful eyes,
No hopeless sighs,
No woe,–nor even sadness!
Indeed I would not have you sad,
For I myself shall be full glad,
With the high triumphant gladness
Of a soul made free
Of God’s sweet liberty.


–No windows darkened;
For my own
Will be flung wide, as ne’er before,
To catch the radiant in-pour
Of Love that shall in full atone
For all the ills that I have done;
And the good things left undone;
–No voices hushed;
My own, full-flushed
With an immortal hope, will rise
In ecstasies of new-born bliss
And joyful bodies.

Rather, of your sweet courtesy
Rejoice with me
At my soul\s loosing from captivity.
Wish me “Bon voyage!”
As you do a friend
Whose joyous visit finds its happy end.
And bid me both “A Dieu!”
And “Au revoir!”


When On My Day Of Life
When on my day of life the night is falling,
And in the winds from unsunned spaces blown;
I hear far voices out of darkness calling
My feet to paths unknown.
Thou, who hast made my home a life so pleasant,
Leave not its tenant when its walls decay;
O Love Divine, O Helper ever present,
Be Thou my strength and stay!

Be near me when all else is from me drifting.
Earth, sky, home’s pictures days of shade and shine,
And kindly faces to my own uplifting
The love which answers mine.

I have but Thee, my Father! Let Thy Spirit
Be with me to comfort and uphold;
No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit,
No street of shining gold.

Suffice it if–my good and ill unreckoned,
And both forgiven through Thy unbounding grace;
I find myself by hands familiar beckoned
Unto my fitting place.

So humble door among Thy many mansions,
Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease,
And flow for ever through heaven’s green expansions
The river of Thy peace.

There from the music round about me stealing,
I fain would learn the new and holy song,
And find at last, beneath Thy trees of healing;
The life for which I long.
–J.G. Whittier


Lost? Oh no–
Just gone awhile;
Free now from all these earthly snares.
How sweet to know
He’s gently resting
In the arm of Him who cares.

Lost? Oh no–
Just gone ahead.
We, too, shall follow–when comes the dawn.
Our Lord will come
And call us upward;
We’ll join with Him, the ransomed throng.

Lost? Oh no–
Just briefly parted.
Soon cries of joy shall fill the sky!
Those loved and gone but for a while
Shall come with Him–no more to die.
-Richard W. Barton


There no more parting, no more pain
The distant ones brought near,
The lost so long are found again,
Long lost but longer dear:
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,
Nor heart conceived that rest,
With them our good things long deferred,
With Jesus Christ our Best.
–Christina Rossetti


When this walk is ended here, Lord,
And there another walk began,
Close beside the Crystal River,
We’ll walk together hand in hand.

These things that hurt me sore Lord,
That my soul can’t understand,
Will be forgotten in the wonder
When you reach and take my hand.

My heart receives your healing,
In this place as in that land
Knowing there beside the River,
We’ll walk together hand in hand.
–Reta Faiers

Parting soul! the floods await thee,
And the billows round thee roar;
Yet rejoice,–the holy city
Stands on yon celestial shore.

There are crowns and thrones of glory;
There the living waters glide;
There the just in shining raiment,
Standing by Immanuel’s side.

Linger not,–the stream is narrow,
Though its cold dark waters rise;
He who passed the flood before thee,
Guides thy path to yonder skies.


I long to behold him arrayed
With glory and light from above;
The King in his beauty displayed–
His beauty of holiest love:
I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus has fixed his abode;
O when shall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God!

With him I on Zion shall stand,
For Jesus hath spoken the word;
The breadth of Immanuel’s land
Survey by the light of my Lord:
But when, on thy bosom reclined,
Thy face I am strengthened to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,–
My heaven of heavens in thee.

How happy the people that swell
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness or sorrow shall prove.
Physician of souls, unto me
Forgiveness and holiness give;
And then from the body set free,
And then to the city receive.


My heavenly home is bright and fair;
Nor pain nor death can enter there;
Its glittering towers the sun outshine,
That heavenly mansion shall be mine.
I’m going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home, to die no more!

My Father’s house is built on high,
Far, far above the starry sky:
When from this earthly prison free,
That heavenly mansion mine shall be.

While here, a stranger far from home,
Affliction’s waves may round me foam;
And though like Lazarus, sick and poor,
My heavenly mansion is secure.

Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o’erflow;
Be mine the happier lot to own
A heavenly mansion near the throne.

Then fail this earth, let stars decline,
And sun and moon refuse to shine;
All nature sink and cease to be,
This heavenly mansion stands for me,
I’m going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home, to die no more!


We’ll meet again–the loved ones gone before us–
In that bright realm–the land of light and love;
It may be that e’en now they’re watching o’er us,
And longing for the time we’ll meet above.

We’ll meet again–of that we may be certain,
In that bright Home so wondrous and so fair,
Whose glories, veiled to us as by a curtain,
Through God’s redeeming grace we are to share.

We’ll meet where neither sadnesses nor sorrows
Shall for one moment rob the heart of joy;
Where there shall be no dark uncertain morrows,
Or aught whatever to the bliss destroy.

Ah yes, we’ll meet again in that bright glory;
How wondrous it will be to talk things o’er,
And to begin a fresh, but never-ending story
Of life which shall endure forevermore.
–J. Danson Smith


No shadows There! They joyfully behold Him!
No cloud to dim their vision of His face!
No jarring note to mar the holy rapture,
The perfect bliss of that most blessed place.

No burdens There! These all are going forever!
No weary nights, no long or dragging days!
No sighings There, or secret, silent longings,–
For all is now unutterable praise.

No conflicts There! No evil hosts assailing!
Such warfare past–forever made to cease;
No tempter’s voice is heard within those portals;
No foe lurks there to break the perfect peace.

No sorrows There! no sadness and no weeping!
Tears wiped away–all radiant now each face;
Music and song, in happy holy blending,
Fill all the courts of that sweet resting-place.
–J. Danson Smith
(Rev. 14:13; Lk.23:43; Phil.1:23; Rev. 22:3-5)


Safe Home at last; Oh say not he has died.
His soul has only crossed the swelling tide,
And Heaven’s gates for him have opened wide–
He’s home at last!

A true and valiant warrior of the Faith,
Proclaiming Christ e’en with his latest breath,
Has laid his armor down–call it not death.
He’s home at last!

He now beholds, with eyes undimmed by tears,
The face of Him who through the passing years,
Has been his stay, dispelling doubt and fears.
He’s home at last!

At Home, with those on earth he loved so well,
Who now within the walls of jasper dwell,
Oh bliss beyond all mortal pow’r to tell!
He’s home at last!

Life’s sun for him has set—but oh the glow
That long will linger o’er this world of woe,
Because he lived and labored here below!
He’s home at last!
–Avis B. Christiansen


“They are not dead, those loved ones who have passed
Beyond our vision for a little while,
They have but reached the Light while we still grope
In darkness where we cannot see them smile.

Then let us gird us once again with hope,
And give them smile for smile the while we wait;
And loving, serving, when our Father calls,
We’ll go to find our dear ones wait us at the gate.”
–Author unknown


Miss Me But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And it’s my turn to go
I want no rights in the gloom-filled room
Miss me but let me go.

Miss me a little but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me but let me go.


Sleep Sweet
Sleep sweet within this quiet place,
O thou, who’er thou art,
And let no mournful yesterdays
Disturb thy quiet heart.

Nor let tomorrow mar  thy rest
With dreams of coming ill;
Thy Maker is thy changeless friend;
His love surrounds thee still.

Forget thyself, and all the world;
Put out each feverish light;
The stars are watching overhead;
Sleep sweet, goodnight; goodnight!
— Ellen M.H. Gates


Should You Go First
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.


If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
A few weeks ago a woman was killed in an auto
accident. She was very well liked, so the office shut
down for her funeral and it was on the news….
On the day the workers came back to work, they found
this poem in their e-mail that the deceased woman had
sent on Friday before she left for home.

If tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn’t get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too;

But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,

And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I’d have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I’d always thought,
I didn’t want to die.

I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all that we shared,
And all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I’d say good-bye and hug you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things
I might miss some tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven’s gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,

He said, “This is eternity,
And all I’ve promised you.
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day is the same way,
There’s no longing for the past. ”

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I’m right there, in your hear