ORDER OF SERVICE
Opening Sentences
Opening Hymn
Prayer
Scripture Reading
Revelation 21:1-7
Song
Scripture Reading
1st Corinthians 15:50-58
Tributes
Elaine Greenland (Friend)
Steadman Stennett Friend)
Hanton Walters (Godson)
Poem: Together… Forever
On behalf of siblings
Remembrance
Congregational Hymn
Message
Prayer For the Family
Recessional Hymn
Pastor Mark Hattabaugh
How Great Thou Art
Pastor Ian Binns
Claire Moore (Niece)
Pastor Charles Butler
Amanda Rose (Niece)
Riona Moore (Grandniece)
Louis Armstrong (Friend)
It is Well With My Soul
Pastor Mark Hattabaugh
Pastor Mark Hattabaugh
I’ll Fly Away
HOW GREAT THOU ART
O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder Consider all the works Thy hands have made, I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, Thy pow’r thru-out the universe displayed!
Chorus
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee; How great Thou art, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee; How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
When thru the woods and forest glades I wander And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees, When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze,
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing, Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in –That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin!
When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart! Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
I’LL FLY AWAY
Some glad morning when this life is over
I’ll fly away
To a home on God’s celestial shore I’ll fly away
Chorus
I’ll fly away, oh, Glory I’ll fly away
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by I’ll fly away
Just a few more weary days and then I’ll fly away
To a land where joy shall never end
I’ll fly away
IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL
When peace like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say, “It is well, it is well with my soul!”
Chorus
It is well with my soul! It is well, it is well with my soul!
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought— My sin, not in part, but the whole, Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more; Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live; If dark hours about me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.
But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.
For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.
1 Thessalonians 4:13-14
TOGETHER... FOREVER
By Annette Taylor-Spence
Together through life – siblings we are Supporting each other whether near or far Laughing, crying, the ups and downs of life We faced them all and even had some strife
Yet sibling bonds go very deep To a friendship that we cherish and keep Until slowly the circle is broken by death When the time comes to take the last breath
A lifetime of memories is what remains Love and joy still flowing in our veins Even when death snatches the body away This special bond will ever with us stay
“Siblings are like branches of a tree. We grow in different directions, yet our roots remain as one.”
For all the ways you have demonstrated your love and compassion – we thank you. Your words of encouragement, thoughtful actions, and your prayers, have supplied the strength we needed. May the Lord continue to bless you.
Professional Services
Fred Hunter’s Funeral Service 6301 Taft Street Hollywood, FL 33024
Interment
Hollywood Memorial Gardens North 3001 N 72nd Ave.
Hollywood, FL 33024
Pall Bearers
Jerome Green
Tennyson Rose
Webley Rose
Louis Armstrong
Courtney Chin
Roshane Green
Cousin Nephew Brother Friend Cousin Cousin
Repast
Silver Isles Club House 2800 SW 163rd Ave. Miramar, FL 33027
Graveside Songs
When We All Get to Heaven
Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, Sing His mercy and His grace; In the mansions bright and blessed He’ll prepare for us a place.
Refrain:
When we all get to heaven, What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus, We’ll sing and shout the victory!
While we walk the pilgrim pathway, Clouds will overspread the sky;
Abide With Me
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide
The darkness deepens Lord, with me abide
When other helpers fail and comforts flee
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away
Change and decay in all around I see O Thou who changest not, abide with me
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless
Amazing Grace
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch; like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!
But when trav’ling days are over, Not a shadow, not a sigh.
Let us then be true and faithful, Trusting, serving every day; Just one glimpse of Him in glory Will the toils of life repay.
Onward to the prize before us!
Soon His beauty we’ll behold;
Soon the pearly gates will open; We shall tread the streets of gold.
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness
Where is death’s sting?
Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee
In life, in death, o Lord, abide with me
The Lord hath promised good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise Than when we first begun.
