One of the most painful losses we endure is the loss of a parent. It brings our own mortality to light.
A wife most true, a mother kind
A friend of sympathizing heart
Forgiving spirit, trusting mind
Who wisely chose the better part.
Mother thou art gone to rest
We will not weep for thee
For thou art now where oft on earth
Thy spirit longed to be.
Her children rise up and call her blessed.
In death’s cold arms lies sleeping
A tender parent, a companion dear
In love she lived, in peace she died,
Her life was asked but was denied. 1878
Our mother has gone from us forever
There is none on earth to us so dear
May it show to us, dear Redeemer
That our home is not down here.
Tis nature’s part, a mother to deplore
Whose early care, demands that just return
Religion only, can our peace restore
And bring relief to those who cause to mourn.
Farewell dear father, sweet thy rest
Weary with years and worn with pain
Farewell till in some happy place
We shall behold thy face again.
Hark the sad sound that spirit bright has fled
That once loved form lies numbered with the dead
He was a tender husband, father dear
Come all who knew him drop a social tear. – 1841
The call has come to young and old
To part with friends below
They now our fathers face behold
Nor suffer pain nor woe. – 1918
Husband thou art gone to rest
Thou has found thine earthly tomb
For God has summoned thee away
Thy Father called thee home.
A faithful friend, a husband dear
A kinder parent lieth here
Great is the loss we will sustain
But hope in Heaven to meet again.
Weep not for me my children dear
I am not dead but sleeping here
And when my grave you come to see
Prepare the way to follow me.
And parted thus they rest that played against the same green tree
Whose voices mingled as they prayed around one parent knee. 1883
One less at home.
The charmed circle broken.
A dear face missed day by day from its usual place.
But cleansed, saved, perfected by Grace.
One more in Heaven.
A place is vacant in our home that can never be filled.