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Lloyd Bennett Obituary
He was preceded in death by his parents, Homer and Myrtle Meadows Bennett, and his wife, Shirley A. Bennett.
He is survived by four sons, Gene Sober Jr. and companion, Robin, David Bennett Sr., Steve Bennett Sr. and companion, Delinda, Mark Bennett and wife, Amy; two daughters, Debbie Adams, and husband, Larry, Dianna Bennett and husband, Eddie; 17 grandchildren; nine great-grandchildren; two sisters, Carrie Long and Maxine Ames; and two brothers, Clyde Bennett and Gerald Bennett.
The family will receive friends from 6-8 p.m. Wednesday, Sept. 24, 2008 in the Hopewell Chapel of J.T. Morriss & Son Funeral Home. A funeral service will be held in the chapel at 11 a.m. on Thursday, Sept. 25. Interment will follow in Appomattox Cemetery, Hopewell, Va. Condolences may be registered with www.jtmorriss.com
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for Lloyd Bennett
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Keith Bennett
September 25, 2008
I was very sad to hear that Uncle Lloyd had passed. I am out of town working at the present time or would be there with our family. I know that we have not been in touch for many years but we are still family and know how hard it was for Sherry and I when Dad passed away. I pray that God will comfort you in this time of loss and bring back happy family memories. Trust and lean on the Lord and He will bring you through. We will be praying for the family.
Keith and Jessie Bennett
September 23, 2008
PEACE BY THE MOUNTAIN
As we looked up toward the mountain,
It's peaks all covered with snow,
Trees and grass glimmering with ice,
While we sat here in warmth down below.
The firelight was gleaming brightly,
With a reddish, yellow glow,
As we sat there til the twilight,
Through the window, watching the snow.
T'is only in the morning, sun shining brightly,
That it all melts and runs away,
Down toward the valley, trickling into a creek,
Maybe, we'll see it again one day.
Sunset on a Mountain
How beautiful, a sunset on a mountain, all aglow.
We look at the falling leaves and we surely know,
Gods’ in Heaven and all is right with our hearts.
So beautiful is the nature, here in these parts.
We sit there many times in the late evening sun.
Sometimes we walk up the mountain one, by one.
Watching the red bird and the robin sing away,
We know this we will ever remember, as a beautiful day.
It is so good, looking at the red oaks, trees of red and see
Sweet gum and others, with the yellow hue to be,
When the sun shines bight, and I know God looks down,
To see the glory in the sweet head of His Son’s crown.
I wait His soon coming to walk with Him up the hill.
Listen to the soft voice of the whippoorwill,
As it sings a song, to Jesus, in the red and golden hue,
All, amidst, the golden, flowers, and in the morning dew.
The Journey
They came rowing down the rapids, between the valleys green,
Protruding rocks, and fallen trees, all across the river, in between.
Egging Lady Luck, to somehow once again, protect them today.
After all, didn't they every year, find the courage to come this way?
Freezing, laughing, dipping water, the canoe had sprung a leak,
But soon the journey would be over, then shelter they would seek.
Trekking up the mountain, the way would be mighty long and hard,
But, oh the beauty of that haven there, would be their sweet reward.
Coming home again, to the place where they fell in love,
Way upon the mountain, wisps of clouds hanging, o`er the roof above.
She leaned and softly whisper, as they trudged on up the rugged hill,
When we're old, and weathered, would you like to come here still?
He held her tightly, and told her, this will forever be our place,
We love to run the rapids, we like to run the race,
But one day, tomorrow, when we reach our journey's end,
We'll come back to this, our mountain, where our life first began.
The Path to Heaven
On the road to Heaven, many paths it brings.
I dreamt I went there and listened as the Angels sang.
I set my sight up on a star; a rainbow in a cloud
Whilst’ listening to my Jesus talking aloud.
The clouds were stepping-stones that brought me up high,
They brought me closer to my Savior standing nigh.
I could hear the angels reminiscing, about the days of yore
Looking over Jordan’s river, searching for the evermore.
That is what I wait for, knowing my Savior is by my side
I know without stepping-stones; with Him, I will abide.
Let us ignore the thundering noise, should it arise.
Just watch for our Jesus coming for us from the sky.
I know He loves us all, there in no doubt; God is love.
He has room for every one of us by His side; there above
I can hardly wait to see His crown of Glory; nigh.
With every person, that accepts Him there on high.
The time is coming; it may not be long until His return.
Let Him help put your heart in order; His words learn.
They mean so much to Him and to our sinful soul.
Let us accept His offer of HeaThe Star Of Promise
Thank you God for sending the Holy star of promise so bright ~
That brought us to the Christ Child in the manger that long ago night.
The star shone as a beacon unto all that this was the true Babe
Who had come to save us from our sins if we would do as He bade.
Some of the world do not believe Him, even now it would seem.
Though we must try to win them to Him. It's my greatest dream.
How sad not to be a part of the greatest moment ever to be ...
Following this Star of promise, so the Babe of God they could see.
We join in worshiping Him all year, but celebrate at His birth
With prayer and festivities ... all our hearts so touched and full of mirth.
He is the STAR of the universe, but He came to die for you and me ...
That others might watch our joy and choose, through Him, to be free.
Over a Manger there, the star shone so brightly that wondrous Holy night,
Drawing the magi's attention. They gathered precious gifts and went by the light.
They came to the Manger with a little cradle filled with softly strewn hay
And it's there they found, that this is where the little Baby Jesus lay.
When He Takes Me Home
Lord, I've traveled all around.
It seems I just roam
And I know there's no place like Heaven.
So, Lord, please take me home.
When this life, here on earth, is done
And there's no one left to love,
Please send my angel for this one,
To be with Thee above.
I know there's all things of beauty there,
Which seems to escapes me here.
I want to see the tree of life and a white robe wear,
And by my Savior be near.
I'd like to see Thine own garden of beauty
And all You'd have for me to do,
By Thine own side enjoy every duty
And bow at Thy feet and worship, too.
I can almost hear the angels singing
With the pure joy of it all,
When they see Thee, under Thy wing,
Bringing more souls to come to call.
Your, Secret Place Lord
Hide my sins in your secret place Lord; each one
We sin often Lord God; much to our dismay to Thy Son.
Help us to overcome each shortcoming; in life today
And find the true road to Glory Lord; one way.
Help us to turn corners gracefully Lord; in prayer
On this road to peace I know we'll find you there.
Just hide every ugly sin that’s ever been; Lord
Seems overcoming all on this old earth is rather hard.
We know though that forgiveness is in Thine own heart
And the secret hiding place shall never, ever part.
Keep us under your wing and protect each one
Keep us for Thine own self until life here is done.
Then let us hover round about Thee sweet Jesus; always
For Thy word says there will be no end; to the days.
Forever and ever we'll walk streets of gold
And in Thy name dear Master; let us be utterly bold.
Tell our neighbor about Thy loving grace; every day
Lord, that they too, might look up and find the only way.
The secret hiding place in the true and everlasting heart
And when we find this place; never, Lord let us part.
September 23, 2008
Sunset on a Mountain
How beautiful, a sunset on a mountain, all aglow.
We look at the falling leaves and we surely know,
Gods’ in Heaven and all is right with our hearts.
So beautiful is the nature, here in these parts.
We sit there many times in the late evening sun.
Sometimes we walk up the mountain one, by one.
Watching the red bird and the robin sing away,
We know this we will ever remember, as a beautiful day.
It is so good, looking at the red oaks, trees of red and see
Sweet gum and others, with the yellow hue to be,
When the sun shines bight, and I know God looks down,
To see the glory in the sweet head of His Son’s crown.
I wait His soon coming to walk with Him up the hill.
Listen to the soft voice of the whippoorwill,
As it sings a song, to Jesus, in the red and golden hue,
All, amidst, the golden, flowers, and in the morning dew.
The Journey
They came rowing down the rapids, between the valleys green,
Protruding rocks, and fallen trees, all across the river, in between.
Egging Lady Luck, to somehow once again, protect them today.
After all, didn't they every year, find the courage to come this way?
Freezing, laughing, dipping water, the canoe had sprung a leak,
But soon the journey would be over, then shelter they would seek.
Trekking up the mountain, the way would be mighty long and hard,
But, oh the beauty of that haven there, would be their sweet reward.
Coming home again, to the place where they fell in love,
Way upon the mountain, wisps of clouds hanging, o`er the roof above.
She leaned and softly whisper, as they trudged on up the rugged hill,
When we're old, and weathered, would you like to come here still?
He held her tightly, and told her, this will forever be our place,
We love to run the rapids, we like to run the race,
But one day, tomorrow, when we reach our journey's end,
We'll come back to this, our mountain, where our life first began.
The Path to Heaven
On the road to Heaven, many paths it brings.
I dreamt I went there and listened as the Angels sang.
I set my sight up on a star; a rainbow in a cloud
Whilst’ listening to my Jesus talking aloud.
The clouds were stepping-stones that brought me up high,
They brought me closer to my Savior standing nigh.
I could hear the angels reminiscing, about the days of yore
Looking over Jordan’s river, searching for the evermore.
That is what I wait for, knowing my Savior is by my side
I know without stepping-stones; with Him, I will abide.
Let us ignore the thundering noise, should it arise.
Just watch for our Jesus coming for us from the sky.
I know He loves us all, there in no doubt; God is love.
He has room for every one of us by His side; there above
I can hardly wait to see His crown of Glory; nigh.
With every person, that accepts Him there on high.
The time is coming; it may not be long until His return.
Let Him help put your heart in order; His words learn.
They mean so much to Him and to our sinful soul.
Let us accept His offer of HeaThe Star Of Promise
Thank you God for sending the Holy star of promise so bright ~
That brought us to the Christ Child in the manger that long ago night.
The star shone as a beacon unto all that this was the true Babe
Who had come to save us from our sins if we would do as He bade.
Some of the world do not believe Him, even now it would seem.
Though we must try to win them to Him. It's my greatest dream.
How sad not to be a part of the greatest moment ever to be ...
Following this Star of promise, so the Babe of God they could see.
We join in worshiping Him all year, but celebrate at His birth
With prayer and festivities ... all our hearts so touched and full of mirth.
He is the STAR of the universe, but He came to die for you and me ...
That others might watch our joy and choose, through Him, to be free.
Over a Manger there, the star shone so brightly that wondrous Holy night,
Drawing the magi's attention. They gathered precious gifts and went by the light.
They came to the Manger with a little cradle filled with softly strewn hay
And it's there they found, that this is where the little Baby Jesus lay.
Mary White
September 23, 2008
May God ease your pain. Trust in the Lord that all things are good for your Dad and he is with your mom and enjoying life once again.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family at this time.
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