Religious Traditional Short Memorial Verses

I Will Give You Rest

Come to me, all of you
who are
weary and
carry heavy burdens
and I will give you rest

I Am The Resurrection And The Life

I am the resurrection
And the life
The one who believes
In me will live
Even though they die
And whoever lives
By believing in me
Will never die

We Belong To The Lord

If we live, we live for the Lord
And if we die, we die for the Lord
So, whether we live or die
We belong to the Lord

He Will Wipe Away Every Tear

He will wipe every tear
From their eyes
There will be no more death
Or mourning or crying or pain
For the old order of things
Has passed away


Blessed are those who mourn
For they will be comforted

Fear Not For I Am With You

Fear not, for I am with you
be not dismayed, for I am your God
I will strengthen you, I will help you
I will uphold you with
My righteous right hand

My Father’s House Has Many Rooms

Do not let your hearts be troubled
You believe in God believe also in me
My Father’s house has many rooms
If that were not so, would I have told you
That I am going there
To prepare a place for you

My Refuge

He who dwells in the shelter
Of the Most High
Will rest in the shadow
Of the Almighty
I will say of the Lord
He is my refuge and my fortress
My God, in whom I trust

The Lord Is My Shepherd

Even when I walk
Through the darkest valley
I will not be afraid
For you are close beside me
Your rod and your staff
Protect and comfort me

God’s Eternal Love

Give all your worries
And cares to God
For He cares about you

An Irish Blessing

May the raindrops fall
Lightly on your brow
May the soft winds
Freshen your spirit
May the sunshine
Brighten your heart
May the burdens of the day
Rest lightly upon you
And may God enfold you
In the mantle of His love

An Old Irish Blessing

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sunshine warm upon your face
And the rain fall soft on your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you
In the palm of his hand

A Short Irish Blessing

Until we meet again
May God Hold you
In the palm of his hand

Golden Rose

Golden Rose, Queen of Ireland
All my cares and troubles cease
As I kneel with love before you
Lady of Knock, my Queen of Peace