Elder Ralph Williams

May your hearts soon be filled with wonderful memories of joyful times together as you celebrate a life well-lived.

As the days and weeks pass, and as you return to life’s routine, may you continue to feel comforted by the love and support of family and friends.

May your hearts soon be filled with wonderful memories of joyful times together as you celebrate a life well-lived.

To Ralph Williams family in Indiana.Ralph was a very special man.He was proud of Lisa,Pat,Denise,and his many grandchildren & great grandchildren here in Indiana.He loved you all with a neverending love.He instilled in you the love of God.I pray the Lord provides you with the strength you need to get through this difficult time on the loss of Ralph.You will see him again in heaven with Mary Yancey Williams.Peace be with you

Death leaves a heartache that only God can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal
The angels are always near to those who are grieving, to whisper to them that their loved ones are safe in the hand of God

To The William's Family,
Know that we share in your grief and sorrow. We pray you rest in the blessed assurance we find in Christ Jesus. We are left with many many years of memories and though time will heal our hearts, it cannot ever dim those memories. May God surround you with his everlasting peace during this time.
Elisha Sr. & Mother Martha Morgan-Harris & Family

To my Cousins,
Words cannot express the heart-filled pain that you feel. But you all be strong in the Lord and in the power of his might. Trust in the Lord and lean not unto your own understanding. Remember when you feel that you are all alone, that is when God is carrying you through this storm that will pass. We've lost another strong link in this circle, but the circle is not broken. Let us keep it together.

To the Williams family,
the Church family,
friends and loved ones.
May the peace of God comfort your hearts on today, and you find peace in knowing he is going to a bettr place.

Death, be not proud

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost...