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May God Comfort You In Your Loss

I'm sorry to hear about your
 loved one passing away.
I know that in heaven, you shall
be with him someday.

Life's adversities are at times
 hard to explain.
Sometimes, very quickly, 
circumstances can change.

I pray that through your loss, 
sorrow and pain.
You'll find comfort and 
joy in Jesus' name.

May his arms of tender
mercy and grace,
bring love to your heart and
a smile on your face.

May God's presence bring an
assurance to your soul,
knowing that God is with you no 
matter where you go.

Through all that's happened, 
 I pray you will find.
God's wonderful joy, his comfort
and a peace of mind.

On the stormy seas of life, 
with God, you shall prevail.
His promises and love for
you will never, never fail.

By Jim Pemberton 
2006

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

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May God Comfort You During Your Loss

May God Comfort You...


I'm sorry to hear about your loved one passing away.
I know that in heaven, you shall
be with him someday.

Life's adversities are at times hard to explain.
Sometimes, very quickly, 
circumstances can change.

I pray that through your loss, sorrow and pain.
You'll find comfort and joy in Jesus' name.

May his arms of tender
mercy and grace,
bring love to your heart and
a smile on your face.

May God's presence bring an
assurance to your soul,
knowing that God is with you no 
matter where you go.

Through all that's happened,  I pray you will find.
God's wonderful joy, his comfort
and a peace of mind.

On the stormy seas of life, 
with God, you shall prevail.
His promises and love for
you will never, never fail.

By Jim Pemberton 

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

Details | Epitaph | |

Comfort

He is at peace now, my brother
The peace he could never reach in life
Touches him at last, in death.
We are sure of this, his family
Because, you see, he died
With a prayer on his lips
Asking God, whom he knew so well
Through his mother and uncle
To grant him mercy.
We know his prayer was answered
For our God is  merciful
And in His wisdon knew
That it was time
For our beloved
Son, brother, nephew, uncle, friend
To come home.

Copyright © E.J. Smith

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Comfort

When I first met you I couldn’t leave you,
not even in my thoughts.
Nothing has changed.  You are still there.

Without you I was nothing.
With you, everything.
You made me.
 
If I wakened in the night, regardless of reason, 
I reached for you. Like a child in need of nurturing, 
the sight of you gave me comfort.
 
I recall combat in the sands of Desert Storm.
There you were, in my heart and mind.
Still, you gave me comfort.
 
I see you in our children. 
How they look and act. How they live their lives.
They are one with you as you are one with me.
 
We grew old together.
That was a blessing. Life was wonderful,
but only because I had you.
 
In the hospital when I was gravelly ill -
there you were, by my bedside.
You were the cure that I needed.
 
God made me say good-bye.
It hurts. I still cry.  
Yet, even in death you give me comfort.

Copyright © Ed Coet

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My Comfort

Caught off from the terror of the day
The silence not a dismay
The creditor's knock
Away from my new abode a mock
The meditation here
Accumulates the minimal there
This silent hollow
Deprives my salient sorrow
This home to me gladness
My left over a sadness

Copyright © Olorunsogo David

Details | Concrete | |

Cold,steel comfort

Apathy fuels thoughts of fruitless discontent,
as hopeless lethargy depressively descends.
A prisoner of dependency, morally inept,
i,d sell my soul to Lucifer to meet my selfish ends.
The sharp, cold ,steel comfort; injected in my vain.
As the liquid gold, courses through my weary brain.
The aches and shakes subsided and all my cash is spent,
which my sluggish conscience will soothingly resent.

Indifference is my ally, delusion my best defence;
I find it to my advantage, to just feign ignorance.
This life I lead is bearable when I have my fix,
anything seems possible with my bag of tricks.
Now I,m feeling sleepy, this feeling is surreal.
I,m feeling partially guilty abouy what I had to steal.
I hope my son forgives me for spoiling his special day.
Boxing day is close at hand and cold turkey,s on it,s way.

The cold hard truth emerges about my pitiful existence.
I can,t see a way out of this; I,ll have to go the distance.
Maggoty thoughts are raceing through my graveyard mind.
Fragmented pictures of immanent pain, time is running out.
Soothing cold, steel comfort end my misery.
This time it has a trigger,
                                 figure,
                                          time is up for me.

Copyright © Angela wilkins

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A Dark Hidden Comfort

For my life that is not beyond repair,
I flee to a place where I become lost,
But am thankful to it.

I cannot be found,
Nor do I want to be found.

I slip away willingly
Into the dark hidden comfort of obscurity
To the point of where I am almost 
Consumed by a dark force similar to death.

Death is easy, but life is hard,
So I tend to keep to myself
As so on one knows i'm gone.

The Death of my life Drains my Soul as
I Bleed from my Heart, pouring out into
The Deep Beyond of the Universe.

The dark hidden comfort acting as
A blanket of safety, even if it sounds morbid.

Copyright © Brittany Moon