Marcus W. Shipman

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may...

my sympathy goes out to the shipman family may god bless you.

May God be with you and your family. Love you always Marcus

i knew you as a boy playing in chasing madinah! he always had jokes and was never short of making you laugh!!!!you will be missed but now you got y0our homecoming with jesus and we all met again in that glory in the sky!!!!i will celebrate your life and remember our days in TEAKWOOD, you are LOVED!!!!RIP marcus shipman!bless your family stay strong! the devil wants saddness so praise his life!!!!!

On the loss of your family member. Thinking of you and your family. May you find comfort in your many memories of your loved one and all he meant to you. There is peace in God's Love. May you be comforted in knowing that God holds you close to his heart-today and always.

My thoughts and prayers are with the family.

Marcus will be remembered as a leader & how deeply he cared for his family. May the Lord bring you all peace as He takes what the enemy means for evil and uses it for the good of those called by His purpose.

My thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort.

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.