In Loving Memory
I'd like to think I’d like to think when life is done, That I had filled a needed post. That here and there I’d paid my fare With more than idle talk and boast. That I had taken gifts divine, The breath of life and manhood fine; And tried to use them, now and then, In service of my fellow man. Edgar Albert Guest.
Gordon Parkin 29th October 1933 - 3rd May 2013
Gwen and the family would like to thank everyone for their attendance here today and for the kind messages of sympathy and support. Everyone is welcome to join them after the service for refreshments at: The Bull Inn, Fernhill Heath, WR3 8RS Donations in memory of Gordon are invited for St. Richard’s Hospice These may be left in the collection plate as you leave or sent c/o E Hill and Son Funeral Directors, Pershore, WR10 1HZ
Wednesday 15th May 2pm Worcester Crematorium
Order of Service Conducted by The Revd. Canon David Underwood
Introduction Morning has Broken Morning has broken Like the first morning, Blackbird has spoken Like the first bird. Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning! Praise for them, springing Fresh from the Word! Sweet the rain’s new fall Sunlit from heaven, Like the first dewfall On the first grass. Praise for the sweetness Of the wet garden, Sprung in completeness Where his feet pass. Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning! Born of the one light Eden saw play! Praise with elation, Praise every morning, God’s re-creation Of the new day!
Prayers of Penitence Reading John 14 verse 1 - 6
Tribute By James Gregory
Sermon and Words of Comfort By David Underwood
Prayers Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, As it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, The power, and the glory, For ever and ever. Amen.
Jerusalem And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England’s green and pleasant land. Please remain standing for the commendation and committal. Please sit or kneel for the dismissal.