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Clifton Marshall Obituary
He was born July 27, 1962, to the late William and Elanda Marshall in New York, N.Y. In later years, he moved to Petersburg. He attended Petersburg Public Schools and graduated from Petersburg High School Class of 1981. He was a member of Mt. Olivet Baptist Church, Petersburg. He was preceded in death by his grandmother, Hazel Archer.
He is survived by one sister, Rita Marshall of Petersburg; two brothers, William Marshall of North Carolina and Darrell Marshall (Tonya) of Tennessee; devoted grandfather, George Archer Sr. of Petersburg; two aunts, Gloria Jackson of Petersburg and Brenda Spence (Elliott) of Maryland; four uncles, George Archer Jr. (Helen) of Maryland, Nelson Archer (Viola) of Maryland, Bobby Archer (Jackie) of North Carolina and Lawrence Archer (Phyllis) of Petersburg; one great-aunt, Katrina Edmonds; one great-uncle, Eddie Jones; a number of nephews, one devoted, Brandon Marshall; and a host of nieces, cousins and other relatives and friends.
Funeral services will be held at 11 a.m. Saturday at Mt. Olivet Baptist Church, Petersburg, with Dr. Wesley K. Mclaughlin officiating.
Interment will be in Dinwiddie Memorial Park. The remains will lie in repose at the church on Saturday from 9:45 a.m. until the hour of service. Relatives and friends will assemble at 665 Pegram St., Petersburg, at 10 a.m. Services under the direction of Tucker Funeral Home, 415 Halifax St., Petersburg. A.A. Tucker, funeral director.
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Memories and Condolences
for Clifton Marshall
wanda gregory lyons
September 25, 2008
In loving memory of a wonderful person. We will love you and miss you always.
Sabrina Herriott
September 24, 2008
I will miss Clift dearly. He always had a place special in my heart. I will never forget Clift.
September 24, 2008
Heavens' Garden
Whilst working in Heavens' garden, to make a great design...
Try sowing seed of goodness of each and every kind.
Pretty, white roses, for His Altar, clean as the driven snow...
Red roses for the walkway, for the blood he shed, long ago.
Pink carnations for the piety, we need to show our Christ today...
Just sow flower seed aplenty, all across life's way.
Yellow roses for the sunshine, from Heaven He doth give to all...
And Blue azaleas' for the blue sky, from whence, He doth call.
Plant love in the winter, it will help to keep us warm and cozy,
And set out spring flowers for the springtime, bright and cheerfully rosy.
Asters in the Autumn keep blooming, way on until the snow,
But in the summer... babies' breath, we'll all just have to sow.
In the Springtime apple blossoms, blooming along the way,
Or maybe a peach orchard upon a hillside, to remind us of that day..
. When our Savior shed His Blessings, all upon the world.
And, don't forget the seed of forgiveness... to give it a twirl.
And, Id like to decorate the world, with beautiful flowers for Him,
And try to show my love. But He's the one who sent them.
So, let us use them for His Glory, spread them all along life's way...
Until that sweet time tomorrow, when it will be that sweet day.
How Beautiful Upon the Mountain
How beautiful are the feet upon the mountain, which doth good tidings bring,
That publishes peace, that publishes salvation and saith unto Zion, thy God reign.
The watchman shall agree when the Lord shall again bring Zion, His people free,
Redeemed, and shall sing of joy and gladness, for they shall see and agree.
All ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God, break forth and sing,
Be ye clean, that bear the vessels of the Lord, let thy praises ring,
Unto His ear, that He may know we love Him so, this Christ our King,
And though He shall grow as a tender plant out of the ground, His praises let us sing.
He was rejected, had sorrow, was acquainted with grief and was not esteemed,
Despised and rejected, no beauty, yet many nations by Him shall be redeemed;
He carried our sorrows; we esteemed Him stricken, our sorrows He hast borne,
Smitten by God, wounded for our transgressions, dear Jesus we do for Thee mourn.
All You did for our chastisement, yet all like sheep have turned and gone astray,
Yet all the iniquities were laid on Thee my Lord, as all turned his own way,
He was oppresses and afflicted, yet opened not His mouth to say a word,
He was taken from prison and judgment, the sweetest story ever to be heard.
His grave was with the wicked, with the rich in death, for no violence had He done,
How beautiful are the feet upon the mountain, who brought good news from this One,
Tho the Lord made His soul an offering for sin, He shalt see His seed of plenty,
And by the knowledge of the righteous, bearing iniquities justify many.
I Heard a Distant Choir
As I was was gazing up to Heaven, the stars so shiny and bright,
I thought I heard singing in the sky, way up yonder out of sight,
Singing of the Master, who sits and rules, upon the highest throne,
It was so very beautiful, I was wishing it would go on and on.
It must have been the Angels singing, or the Saints gone on before,
I thought I heard mama and daddy, quietly knocking, on my hearts door,
I listened and was quietly whispering, the name of Jesus to be by my side,
And He assured me in the kindest voice, that He’d ever by me, abide.
It sounded like sweet melodies, coming from there, way up above,
I wondered if it was the Angels telling, of the sweetness of their love,
Hark! I think I see chariots coming, pulled by horses of white,
I wondered how it could be so clearly seen, when it was in the night.
But I could hear the distant choir singing, a sweet melody of love,
‘Twas the Masters voice from Heaven, singing bass, from up above,
Singing, come to me my children, Ill keep you safe from harm,
Then in my mind I saw a banner waving, ‘twas from the Masters arm.
Saying I am the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star,
I am sending you a message, from the Saints, own Holy choir,
So as I thought of fainting away into death, I awakened, just to see,
That the message meant, one day the Chariot was coming after me.
LLOYD SALMONS
September 24, 2008
BENEATH HIS WINGS
Beneath His wings I can travel all over, this world and Heaven above,
It's so simple, I just believe He's my Savior, and He fills my heart with love.
I'm beneath His Wing in times of trouble, sorrow and woe,
In times of joy and gladness, in my work, and all the places that I go.
The feeling is so joyous, that through pain and all, He's there holding me up,
Beneath His wing it's all possible, through his choosing to drink from the bitter cup.
He chose to hang on that old cross and die for you and me, This my Lord,
Through His goodness and mercy, and of His own sweet accord.
Beneath His wing, there's rest and joy, as though wrapped in a warm white shroud
Many thanks for the blessings of My Lord, Who will one day come in a cloud,
All Omnipresent, Who can carry all who love Him, beneath His Holy Wing,
Then one day tomorrow, when this life is done, I will truly His praises sing.
With Omniscient He did For all, lay down His own sweet garment of white,
Along with the signet of His Holy seal, and willingly went into Satin's darkness of night,
To cover my sins, and all who have sinned before, He gave up His honor for me,
To lay aside all that was dear to Him, humiliated but willingly He bore that old tree.
When He went down and took the keys from the bottomless pit, and arose to prevail,
Two angels did sat by his sepulcher, the stone rolled away, when came Mary to avail,
They said, why seek ye the living among the dead, and this to the disciples Mary told,
So beneath His wing I'll stay, till He carries me away, up to the Heavenly fold.
God is My Anchor
Truly, in these stormy days of life, as tho drifting out to sea,
God sent my loving Savior to ever be an anchor for me.
In the storms of life, in all the winds or desert drought,
My Savior is there, with a helping hand. I know, without a doubt.
He keeps me in all safety, when I sometimes go astray.
He keeps my ship afloat, safely leads me into the bay.
Some days, as I feel I'm sinking, tho I try hard not to be,
He always propels my heart and soul away from danger, alee.
When the waves are bearing down upon me, in this stormy sea,
My Lord will ever be there. I belong to Him, you see.
Since His Holy Spirit, lead me to the altar ('twas so sweet to know),
From coast to coast or from sea to sea, He will always with me go.
So, if you are sinking and in danger, and your heart is full of fear,
Turn over your life to Jesus. He will always keep you near.
He will ever guide you. In your heart, you'll feel His love
So abounding, so joyful, you'll know it's from above.
Let Him be your Anchor. May He guide you o'er the stormy sea
And, in this life, know the blessings - all that life can be.
As the stars glisten in the night and the moon does glow,
Through this life and forever Jesus with you will go.
God Is In The Valley
We are down in the Valley, where times are hard to bear.
Our heart knows well, we can go to God with Prayer.
Though if we expect to learn we need to pick up our burden, try
God wants us to follow His dear Son all the way bye and bye.
Jesus is our God in the Valley; He helps us climb up high.
One day we will reach the mountain top, nearly nigh.
All the joy of pleasing Jesus, comes to my heart clear
It makes me inside know that my Savior is always near.
My God is with me always; He is to me such a wondrous joy.
He knows each heartache of man, woman, girl or boy.
We ask in forgiveness and immediately He is with us there.
God knows how much we care, when we go to Him in prayer.
Go with me and mine dear God, all our life through
Be with us in trials and woes and Lord, be with our children too.
Help them to capture Thy goodness, Thine own Heavenly ways
Let them hold these closely to their hearts, for all their days…
Help us to guide them out of the Valley on to the mountain high.
Thank Thee Lord that we feel Thy love from Heaven on high.
Let us cherish your love and power for now and forevermore.
As we will stand beside Thee,on Heavens’ sweet shore.
GOD'S EARTH
Look way up yonder on the mountain, and in the valley down below,
It's as if God threw seed of every plant, and they began to sprout and grow:
Looking at the grass, the trees, and all the wild flowers, you have to know,
No one, but our living, wondrous, God, could, upon us bestow.
Just look at the prairie, and the animals, and the fresh fallen snow,
The stars brightly glistening, the sun and moon all aglow,
The oceans, and rivers, and the soft trickling of a little stream,
Or the prism's on a window, from the shining of a sunbeam.
He made the meadows, and the cattle, squirrels to scamper up a tree,
The Prairie dog to dig a burrow, food to eat for you and me.
He made our hearts to soften, if we trust and want with Him to live,
He gave His only Son to die for us, Should not we ask Him to forgive?
He loves us more than we even know, for we see through a glass darkly now,
But then, we'll know as we are known, I think our hearts shall truly glow.
He went to prepare a place for us, I know It's true, because He said He would,
So let's get busy, work for Him, and do all the things He said we should.
He Laid Heaven Aside for Me
It was two thousand years ago, our Lord took a stand,
He laid Heaven aside for me, left the Heavenly band,
Laid aside his garments of white, his signet ring that day,
To come to a little town called Bethlehem, to be born and pave the way,
He traded in His Crown of diamonds and gold, for one made of a bush of thorn,
To wear upon His dear head, knowing from the day He was born,
That there would be pain and sorrow from a world full of Satan and sin,
But He gave up Heaven for a spell that I might be born again.
He laid aside all that He held dear for me that day, for you too,
Though, had it only been one to be saved, He would have done the same too,
He knew the pain and sorrow, He knew the deceit that did await,
As He laid Heaven aside and made room for you and me at the gate.
This Savior is Jesus and He laid Heaven aside to die on an old Cross,
That his bride here on this old earth would never suffer loss,
But be promoted to Heavens' Pearled gates as we accepted Gods' Son,
Knowing truly in our hearts, this Son of God is the One.
He's Prince of the Heaven He laid aside, so noble and grand,
Knowing all the troubles that awaited Him in this old land,
He'll Wipe Away the Teardrops
When sorrow comes upon you, and you feel you can't go on,
Remember there's a Savior up yonder, waiting for us to come on home,
He hath prepared the way, through the cross, upon Calvaries' hill,
He'll wipe away all teardrops when we heed His blessed will.
He wipes away all teardrops from His children's eyes, with His love,
He is readying our mansions, where we'll live when we're lifted above,
When we sin and ask him to forgive, then we're like new again,
He wipes away every teardrop from each woman, child or man.
Cant you feel His love beating inside your heart, most every day,
I can feel His love rushing into my heart, as I softly, to Him Pray,
Someday He'll carry us under His wing, to the wondrous shore over there,
And upon our heads, as He takes us home, maybe a halo we'll wear.
We'll see all loved ones who have journeyed on before us, up there,
And I can think about the love of my Savior, and Pray in awesome Prayer,
To a Savior who's waiting for that day, when in glory there, we'll be above,
In mansions built not with hands, but with the Holiness of His love.
He'll wipe away all teardrops from our eyes, no more pain or sorrow,
Will ever be again, as He brings us into Heavens' sweet tomorrow,
Help us to be worthy oh Lord, help all to accept Thine own Son,
That Satan's work will vanish, as you take us up to the great beyond.
September 24, 2008
As We Journey Onward
Sometimes the old Cross for Jesus is very heavy to bear,
But I find it fits’ just perfect, for all who really care,
About His sacrifice and abounding, Holy love,
Somewhere up yonder, up beyond the sky above.
Journey onward soldiers of the cross, He will do well with thee,
He gave His beloved life for the likes of you and me,
Go that extra mile, into another country give,
To someone who knows not our Lord and how, He doth forgive.
I know the times gets hard and you grow weary there,
But, just turn it over to Jesus, kneel down to Him in Prayer,
He’s our living Savior, He’s our all in all in this old life,
He said He would walk with us, even through all the strife.
I saw a dear lady go home, she was put to rest today,
Just as some of my dear ones have journeyed on that way,
I’ll see them again tomorrow, there in Heavens’ Realm,
Praising our loving Savior, singing their favorite Hymn.,br>
Like, I want to stroll over Heaven with you, was the one they chose,
And all the strolling that they do there, Jesus with them goes,
So let us not think of the comforts of today, but journey on,
Hence one day we, with all our loved ones, with Jesus we’ll be home.
Because He Lives Forever
Troubles will be here always, we cannot escape it seems,
But I know my Savior lives forever, this is ever in my dreams,
He came and died for you and me, that old Cross He chose to bear,
And upon His Glorious head, a crown of thorns he had to wear.
But because He lives forever, I know He waits for me,
Far beyond the sky, in that fair city of glorious victory,
That I may come to meet Him, up yonder in glory some sweet day,
Because He lives forever and because He paved the way.
Oh death where is thy sting, oh grave where is thy victory?
This Savior of mine lives forever, He went down in History,
He's the Lord of Lord and King of Kings, He lives on and on,
Thus, one day I'll meet Him, up yonder in my Heavenly home.
He eagerly awaits me, in my heart I know this is so very true,
Won't you come and go with me? I know he awaits you too.
Beyond a river to overflowing, water of crystal blue, I see in my mind,
All, ready for our mansions built without hands of man-kind.
He's the fairest of all, this loving King who forgives my sin,
That's why I go to Him on my knees again and again,
One day He will bring me there, this I know inside my heart is true,
And because He lives forever, I want to be there with Him too.
September 23, 2008
A Peaceful Walk
There's a little path
Going down in the field,
It leads into the forest
Which offers it a shield
The path will fade
As the leaves take over
The stillness there,
Is like none other
The silence of the trees
The stillness of the air
The nature all around
Is what God sent us to share!
A little farther down the way,
Is a parting, and a little brook
Where water flows so gently
Figures dance in it, if you only look.
Then staring at the trees so tall
You see the sun glimmer down
Through limbs and branches
---touching down to the ground
The walk in the woods
Has turned into a peaceful time
That leads you to see
God's loving sign,
His creation!!
To me the best time of the day is early morning,
when all is fresh and new. Yesterday is in the past
and I have a brand new day to experience. I love
to sit on my deck outside and just gaze at the hills.
There is so much peace and tranquility in the early
mornings. The fog in the hills slowly rises as the sun
peeks through, and the birds begin their day, flittering
around, in search of food and welcoming the day.
I enjoy just sitting, browsing and talking to the Lord,
and this time of the day belongs only to Him.
I have written a few poems to express early
morning feelings, and hope you enjoy them.
LET ME NOT FORGET
Dear Lord, the rush seems so never ending
The duties to do, the necessities we face
But Lord let me not forget tending
The responsibilities to You, this day.
You have always had time to help me
Whether sick, sad, or just in prayer
So let me never forget to call on you
Each day, whether in peace or despair
You are the way, the truth, and my lighthouse
Lord, please be with me today and forever.
Help me to stay on the right path, and have victory through you.
MY MORNING GREETING
Today I walked outside to meet a brand new day,
Say my morning prayer, and be closer to Thee.
What a pleasure to feel your presence, and know
You planned this day of beauty, for all to see.
With the birds out singing, and the sun shining bright
And the sweet smell of fragrant flowers in the air
It is all so lovely, a time of peace fills my heart
To know you created all of this, beauty beyond compare.
You made the day, the hour and minute to be so perfect.
Thank you, Lord!!
JAWANDA
September 23, 2008
Back in 1932, I was 32 years old and a fairly new husband. My wife, Nettie and
I were living in a little apartment on Chicago's Southside. One hot August
afternoon I had to go to St. Louis, where I was to be the featured soloist at a
large revival meeting. I didn't want to go. Nettie was in the last month of
pregnancy with our first child. But a lot of people were expecting me in St. Louis.
I kissed Nettie good-bye, Clattered downstairs to our Model A and, in a fresh
Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago on Route 66. However, outside the
city, I discovered that in my anxiety at leaving, I had forgotten my music case.
I wheeled around and headed back. I found Nettie sleeping peacefully. I hesitated
by her bed; something was strongly telling me to stay.
But eager to get on my way, and not wanting to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the
feeling and quietly slipped out of the room with my music. The next night, in the
steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me to sing again and again.
When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran up with a Western Union telegram. I
ripped open the envelope. Pasted on the yellow sheet were the words:
YOUR WIFE JUST DIED.
People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could hardly keep from
crying out. I rushed to a phone and called home. All I could hear on the other end
was "Nettie is dead. Nettie is dead."
When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy. I swung between
grief and joy. Yet that night, the baby died. I buried Nettie and our little boy
together, in the same casket. Then I fell apart. For days I closeted myself.
I felt that God had done me an injustice. I didn't want to serve Him any more or
write gospel songs. I just wanted to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well.
But then, as I hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought
back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis. Something kept telling me to stay with
Nettie. Was that something God?
Oh, if I had paid more attention to Him that day, I would have stayed and been with
Nettie when she died. From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him.
But still I was lost in grief. Everyone was kind to me, especially a friend, Professor
Fry, who seemed to know what I needed. On the following Saturday evening he took
me up to Malone's Poro College, a neighborhood music school. It was quiet; the late
evening sun crept through the curtained windows. I sat down at the piano, and my
hands began to browse over the keys.
Something happened to me then. I felt at peace. I felt as though I could reach out and
touch God. I found myself playing a melody, once into my head the melody just
seemed to fall into place:
Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand!
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn,
Through the storm, through the night lead me on to the light,
Take my hand, precious Lord, Lead me home.
The Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my spirit. I learned that when
we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest,
and when we are most open to His restoring power.
And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that day comes when He will
take me and gently lead me home.
A Secret Place
I have a secret place
I like to go each day.
When the day is filled with cares,
I often slip away.
The solitude I yearn for
Way down deep inside,
I find when I take time to go
All cares will soon subside.
I love my secret place
It affords to me some time,
To still my heart; be renewed,
My thoughts to organize.
You too need a place
That you can be alone,
To be refreshed; hear your heart,
Or sing a cheerful song.
A spirit lift of sorts,
It moves me through each day.
As the sun begins to set,
I quietly kneel to pray.
I thank the Lord for time well spent,
And for showing me this place.
I can be alone with him.
How I thank him for his Grace.
Jesus Brings Joy
Like the beauty of the dew on a rose
as it looks toward the morning sun,
Jesus brings joy to our hearts,
He's the Holy and Anointed One.
Each petal of a fragrant rose
is like a promise God has given,
The Lord brings joy to our lives,
He's our hope and reason for living.
Our hearts can safely trust in Him
the one who saved us from our sins,
Grace and forgiveness is found in our Savior
He's our Lord and Dearest Friend.
Yes, Jesus brings joy to our lives
with each new passing day,
It's such a blessing just to know
He's always with us, along life's narrow way.
IN MY FATHER'S ARMS
Father, when day is done and all are sound asleep
I seek refuge in your loving arms and feel secure.
For many nights I have had pain and grief
And you helped me those nights to endure.
My life is not all pure and clean, as you know
But you loved me and waited till I could see,
You knew I would return, where else could I go,
There is no place like in your loving arms to be.
The tenderness and love you have shown me
None other could come close
You never left, no not even once I see
You are always there, my Heavenly Host.
You have held me and kept me safe this far,
You've sheltered me from the turmoil of life
You are my life, my brightest star.
Life is no longer toil and strife.
My Father Is Always Near
Father, when I think of all the wondrous things
You have done for me,
All the times I felt I could not go on,
And then, You were there, I could see.
I felt Your presence there to lift me up,
To help me on my way
To reassure me that You were near
And would listen to all I had to say.
Never could there be a friend,
Never one so dear as You,
I sat there and said a prayer,
That is all I had to do.
You heard my every want
You listened without a word
Then patiently You answered me
My every word was heard.
Sometimes it is not right away,
You answer what I ask
But soon You're there to help me
And my problems all are passed.
MONICA THOMAS
September 23, 2008
Death is nothing at all...
I have only slipped away to the next room...
I am I and you are you...
Whatever we were to each, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak it to me in the same way you always used.
Put no difference into your tone,
Wear no false air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the ghost of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident.
I am but waiting for you for an interval
somewhere very near
Just around the corner.
All is well.
CLIFF KATZ
September 23, 2008
WHEN A LOVED ONE'S GONE
Those we love remain with
us, for love itself lives on.
And cherished memories
never fade because a
loved one’s gone.
Those we love can never
be more than a thought apart.
For as long as there
is memory they’ll
live on in the
heart
You'll Never Walk Alone
When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown..
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.......
You'll never walk alone.
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.......
You'll never walk alone.
MARGIE WRIGHT
September 23, 2008
In tears I saw you sinking,
I watched you fade away.
You suffered much in silence,
you fought so hard to stay.
You faced your task with courage.
Your spirit did not bend,
and still you kept on fighting until the very end.
God saw you getting tired.
When a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you and whispered "come to me".
So when I saw you sleeping So peaceful, free from pain.
I could not wish you back
to suffer that again.
September 23, 2008
In tears I saw you sinking,
I watched you fade away.
You suffered much in silence,
you fought so hard to stay.
You faced your task with courage.
Your spirit did not bend,
and still you kept on fighting until the very end.
God saw you getting tired.
When a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you and whispered "come to me".
So when I saw you sleeping So peaceful, free from pain.
I could not wish you back
to suffer that again.
Bernard Gregory
September 22, 2008
Be Still
Be still like the grass on a melancholy summer day
Be still like desert shrub.
Be calm and you will hear your loved one speak, in the stillness, in the calm, their love resounds.
If you are still this promise I make, you will hear the voice of your loved one helping you along your way.
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