Musical Prelude... Mrs. Sheila Woods Opening Remarks... Pastor Moses Espinosa Congregational Hymn... #216 When The Roll Is Called up Yonder Scripture Reading Psalms 90:1-10... Pastor David Woods Prayer...Bro. Pedro Lazzari Special Song Consider the Lilies... Mrs. Neila Jones Obituary... Hon. Moses Kirkonnell JP Congregational Hymn... 523 My Faith Has Found a Resting Place Sermon... Pastor Wesley Nyack Closing Congregational Hymn... #633 When We All Get to Heaven Closing Prayer... Elder Waren Giscombe Honor Guard by Cayman Brac and Little Cayman Veterans & Seaman s Society Wayne Watson Avril Coley Steve Scott Vaughn Mullins Joseph Woods Jeff Jaeger Dorbin Scott Danny Scott Devon Scott DeAngelo Scott Marron Dixon Macon Scott Marlon Findley Olviney Dixon Ronnie Smith Chuck Hacek Ivan Whittaker Leon Watson Clifford Gibson Tommy Whorms Dr. Delroy Jefferson Kelvin Scott Sheldon Scott Karsten Scott Mr. Ronnie Smith Mr. Ivan Whittaker Ms. Frauleen Brown & Mrs. Sherrydale Whittaker
When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder When the Trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more, And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore, And the roll is called up yonder, I ll be there Refrain: When the roll is called up yonder, when the roll is called up yonder, When the roll is called up yonder, when the roll is called up yonder, I ll be there On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise, And the glory of His resurrection share when His chosen ones shall gather To their home beyond the skies, and the roll is called up yonder, I ll be there Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun, Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care then when all of life is over And our work on earth is done and the roll is called up yonder, I ll be there My Faith Has Found A Resting Place My faith has found a resting place, Not in device nor creed; I trust the Ever-living One, His wounds for me shall plead. I need no other argument, I need no other plea; It is enough that Jesus died, And that He died for me. Enough for me that Jesus saves, This ends my fear and doubt; A sinful soul I come to Him, He'll never cast me out. My heart is leaning on the Word, The written Word of God, Salvation by my Savior's name, Salvation through His blood. My great Physician heals the sick, The lost He came to save; For me His precious blood He shed, For me His life He gave. When We All Get To Heaven Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, Sing His mercy and His grace In the mansions bright and blessed, He ll prepare for us a place. Refrain: When we all get to Heaven, What a day of rejoicing that will be When we all see Jesus, We ll sing and shout the victory! While we walk the pilgrim pathway, clouds will over-spread the sky But when traveling days are over, not a shadow, not a sigh. Let us then be true and faithful, trusting, serving every day Just one glimpse of Him in glory, will the toils of life repay. Onward to the prize before us! Soon His beauty we ll behold; Soon the pearly gates will open; We shall tread the streets of gold.
Graveside Service Prayer... Pastor Moses Espinosa Scripture Reading 1 Thessalonians 4: 13-18... Pastor Joel Scott Hymn... #430 Joy By And By Committal...Pastor Wesley Nyack Congregational Hymns... Shall We Gather At The River We Speak Of The Realms Benediction... Pastor Wesley Nyack Joy By And By O there'll be joy when the work is done, Joy when the reapers gather home, Bringing the sheaves at set of sun To the New Jerusalem. Refrain Joy, joy, there'll be joy by and by, Joy, joy, where the joys never die; Joy, joy for the day draweth nigh When the workers gather home. Sweet are the songs that we hope to sing, Grateful the thanks our hearts shall bring, Praising forever Christ our King, In the New Jerusalem Refrain. Pure are the joys that await us there, Many the golden mansions fair; Jesus Himself doth them prepare, In the New Jerusalem. Refrain Shall We Gather At The River Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod, With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God? Refrain: Yes, we ll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river; Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God. Ere we reach the shining river, Lay we every burden down; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown. Soon we ll reach the silver river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace. We speak of the realms of the blest, That country so bright and so fair, And oft are its glories confessed- But what must it be to be there! We speak of its pathway of gold- Its walls decked with jewels so rare, Its wonders and pleasures untold- But what must it be to be there! We speak of its freedom of sin, From sorrow, temptation and care, From trials without and within But what must it be to be there! We speak of its service of love, Of the robes which glorified wear, Of the church of the First Born above- But what must it be to be there! We Speak Of The Realms Our mourning is all at an end, When, raised by the life-giving word, We see the new city descend, Adorned as a bride for her Lord; The city so holy and clean, No sorrow can breathe in the air; No gloom of affliction or sin, No shadow of evil, is there. Do Thou, midst temptation and woe, For heaven my spirit prepare; And shortly I also so shall know And feel what it is to be there. Then o er the bright fields we shall roam, In glory celestial and fair, With saints and with angels at home, And Jesus Himself will be there. Condolences may be registered at boddenfuneralservice.com & Bodden funeral Service Facebook Page