Ace Memorial Cards

Glór don Athair, Agus don Mhac, Agus don Spiorad Naomh. Mar a bhí ó thús, Mar atá anois, Mar a bheas go brách, Le saol na saol. Áiméan.

You can only have one mother, Patient, kind and true, No other friend in all the world, Will be the same to you. When other friends forsake you, To mother you will return, For all her loving kindness, She asks nothing in return. When we look upon her picture, Sweet memories we recall, Of a face so full of sunshine, And a smile for one and all. Sweet Jesus, take this message, To our dear mother up above, Tell her how miss her, And give her all our love.

Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thy intercession, was left unaided. Inspired with this confidence I fly unto thee, O Virgin of Virgins, my Mother, to thee I come; before thee I stand; sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy clemency hear and answer me. Amen.

Lonely is the home without you, Life to us is not the same, All the world would be like Heaven, If we could have you back again. A light is from our household gone, A voice we loved is still, A place is vacant in our home, That never can be filled. The happy hours we once enjoyed, How sweet their memory still, But death has left a vacant place, This world can never fill. How dearly we loved you, And prayed you might live, But Jesus just beckoned, And we had to give. May the God of Love and Mercy, Care for our loved one who is gone, And bless with consolation, Those left to carry on.

When I come to the end of the road, And the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room, Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little – but not too long, And not with your head bowed low: Remember the love that we once shared, Miss Me – But let me go. For this is a journey we all must make, And each must go alone, It’s all a part of the Master’s plan, A step on the road to Home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, Go to the friends we know, And bury your sorrow, In doing good deeds, Miss me – But let me go.

God looked around His garden And saw an empty space, He then looked down upon the earth And saw your tired face. He put His arms around you And lifted you to rest, God’s garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best. God knew you were in pain And a cure was not to be, So He closed your weary eye-lids And whispered come to me. With tearful eyes we watched you And saw you slip away, Although we loved you dearly We knew you could not stay. It broke our hearts to lose you But you did not go alone, For part of us went with you The day God called you home.

Take my hand O Blessed Mother, Hold me firmly lest I fall, I am nervous when I am walking, And to thee I humbly call. Guide me over every crossing, Watch me when I am on my way, Let me know you are beside me, Listen to my frequent prayers. Bring me to my destination, Safely every single day, Help me with my understanding, As the hours pass away. And when evening falls upon me, And I fear to be alone, Take my hand O Blessed Mother, And once again guide me home.

We hold you close within our hearts, And there you shall remain, To walk with us throughout our lives, Until we meet again. So rest in peace dear loved one, And thanks for all you’ve done, We pray that God has given you, The crown you’ve truly won. ‘We have loved her in life, Let us not forget her in death’. St. Ambrose

What comfort just to clasp it, My rosary so dear, Each mystery brings fresh courage, And drives away all fear. In prayer so oft repeated, Yet never growing old, I read the wondrous story, Of God’s own love unfold. Each chaplet forms a garland, To place at Mary’s feet, Fair buds and full-bloom roses, Exhaling fragrance sweet. The crucifix which crowns it, Reminds me day by day, To bravely bear my crosses, Along earth’s rugged way. I hope when life is ended, And death shall set me free, Still twined around my fingers, Will be my Rosary.

May the Lord support us All the day long, ‘Till the shadows lengthen, And evening comes, And the busy world is hushed, And the fever of life is over, And our work is done. Then in His mercy May He give us a safe lodging, And a holy rest, And peace at the end.

Blessed John Henry Newman

Mary full of grace, Mother of God guide me on the right path. May you save me, from every evil may you save me body and soul. May you save me at sea and on land; may you save me from hell. A guard of angels over me; God before me, and God with me.

Two tired eyes are sleeping, Two willing hands are still, The one who worked so hard for us, Is resting at God’s will. Our lips cannot speak how we loved you, Our hearts cannot tell what to say, But God only knows how we miss her, In our home that is lonely today. Your life was love and labour, Your love for your family true; You did your best for all of us, We will always remember you. In a near and silent graveyard, Where the trees their branches wave, Sleeps a kind and loving Mother, And her Husband in their grave. She was a Mother so very rare, Content in her home and always there, On earth she toiled, in heaven she rests, God bless you Mother, you were the best.