Harris Freeman Smith

October 18, 1961 - September 22, 1980

Harris was born to Cyril & Betty Smith on October 18, 1961.

He dedicated his life to the Lord at a very early age.

He loved the Lord with all his heart.

He was often heard singing " I'll never let my worries get me down" and "Someday there will be no tomorrow".

Harris was called home unexpectantly on September 22, 1980 at age 18, leaving behind his wife Linda of three months and unborn daughter Angie, parents, three sisters and four brothers.

Funeral services were conducted by Pastor's Jean Bignill and Elsie Eddison.

He is now resting in the arms of Jesus, awaiting that glad reunion day.

When we were growing up we were inseperable.

The tragedy of my brothers death brought me back to God.

I had been backsliden for four years. I'll never forget the day the Pastors came to my home with the news. What stuck in my mind was they said, "He  was in a great place with God last nighth in church, and now he is in heaven with Him. It was then God begin dealing with me. I began thinking about church and began buying clothes for church.

On October 19, 1980 I couldn't stay home any longer and I told my husband I was going to church. It was that night I came back to God and He was waiting with open arms. I haven't always been faithful to God, but He has always been faithful to me.

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Calvin Carl Smith

September 29, 1966 - March 04, 1997

"GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN"

In our hearts we love you.

In our minds are good thoughts of you.

In our eyes we see you.

In our memory we will remember you.

And in our lives we will really miss you.

A brother and son who was loved by all your family.

(composed by sister Neta)

In March 1997 my brother took his own life. I remember the night before the funeral I had wished I would not wake up the next morning or if I did it would only be a bad dream. But when I awaken the morning of the funeral it was not a dream but I had such a peace in my heart. I could not understand why  I would have this peace at such a tragic time.

After the funeral I went through a period I never want to go through again. It seemed like I was out there somewhere and couldn't find my way back. Saten had tried to control my mind.

For me there was no closure to my brothers death. We were not allowed to see him, no good byes. To me no proof of death. And many nightmares. I could not sleep and when I did drop of to sleep I would want ot be awake. My brother would appear to me in my dreams and tell me he wasn't dead and I was the only one that could see and talk to him. I would want to go to the cementary and dig up the grave to see who was in the box. It was then that I felt that my worst fear was coming true.

You see, my mother had a history of mental illness and when I was growing up I had the fear that I would be like her. I always heard the saying, "what's in the cat is in the kitten" and "like mother, like daughter". I had the spirit of heaviness.

I tried to remember a hymn I used to listen to some time ago entitled "In The Valley", and I clung to every word. many times it was dark as a dungeon and many times I questioned Lord, why must this be? But He tells me there's strength in my sorrows and there's victory in trials for me. He leads me beside still waters somewhere in the valley below. He draws me aside to be tested and tried but in the valley He restoreth my soul.

A friend of ours were holding Bible Study meetings in her own home, which I was a part of. The day before the meeting I went to her store intending on talking to her about what I was going through but I couldn't go ahead with it. I was desperate. While getting ready to attend the meeting I thought I would go early so I would have another chance to talk to her. But something spoke to my mind and said there was no need to tell her. I went to the meeting and God was faithful. The Holy Spirit had revealed to her that someone was in desperate need of prayer. I'm so glad she was obedient to His leading, because that night He began restoring my soul.

I have shared this with you all because I want you to know that no matter what comes in your life God will see you through. He's in every valley you go through. And it'd in those valleys that He resrores your soul.

"There Is An Haven"

There is an haven for the weary soul to run to.

When you're tired of all the guilt and shame.

There is a Savior and His loving arms are waiting.

There is an haven and Jesus is His name.

There is a Father for the hurting child to turn to.

When you're tired of all the hurt and all the pain.

There is a friend who sticketh closer than a brother.

Your Heavenly Father will take away your pain.

There is a shelter for the storm tossed soul to run to.

When the storms are rough and the waves flow over you.

Trust in Jesus and no disaster will come near you.

He'll command His angels to guard you all the way.

There is a anchor for the child of God to hold to.

When you're striped of everything you own and love.

Reach out to Jesus, His loving arms will hold you.

He is your haven, your shelter and your all.

You have an haven when your weary soul needs resting.

When you're tired of all life's trials and it's pain.

You have a savior, and He's waiting now to shield you.

You have an haven, and Jesus is His name.  

"WELCOME HOME MY SON"

Hubert J. Burton

February 04 1929 - August 27, 2005

"Home At Last"

I am resting in green pastures, walking beside still waters.

My cup is running over with blessings from God.

He is my shepherd, I shall never be in want.

He comforts me daily with His staff and His rod.

I have walked in the midst of trials and pain.

But He has restored me again and again.

He anointed my head with oil, and spread a table before me.

His goodness and mercy has followed me all the while.

I have passed through the valley of the shadow of death.

I have not feared, for He is with me, He has never failed me yet.

He gives me a new song, each morning and night.

His presence is gone before me, and everything is all right.

"Now I Am Home At Last"

Hubert was born to John and Priscilla Burton on February 04, 1929. He married Joy Martin on December 27, 1955.

They had six children - lost one child in a house fire in the early 1960's.

Hubert was a great prayer warrior - loved the work of the Lord, but loved the Lord of the work more.

Hubert served as a church board member most of his christian life. Served as Mayor for 25 years. he went home to be with his Master on August 27, 2005.

Not a day or night go by without thinking of a wonderful Brother and Brother in law.

We will meet again on that glorious day.