FLOWER LADIES Sisters Mary Butler 
Zeffer Colbert Annie Head Laura Mae Johnson Allegra Lewis Jessie Miller (r-Iothers 1 
PALL BEARERS Deacons Joseph H. Allen 
c. B. Feagan 
Paul L. Hatche~t~ Sr. Ezra Hutcheson 
c. D. Jordan E. c. Moore 
Vanester Pugh 
ATTENDJu1T 
Ivey Brothers Funeral Home 
492 Larkin Street, s. w. 
Atlanta, Georgia 
 
FUNERAL SERVICES for 
Deacon Will Barlow 
 
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11:00 A.M. 
October 7, 1967 
Providence Baptist Church 
w. R. McCall - Pastor 659 Larkin st., s. w. 
Atlanta, Georgia 
 
 -Order of Service- 
Prelude  Lead Kindly Light" Processional . Wortis df Comfort Hymn of Solace  "What A Friend vle Have In Jesus"  
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Scripture Lesson  Luke 17:11-19 Prayer _.        Minister 
Hymn of Assurance  --  405 
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Remarks: 
Deacon Oscar Harris, Providence Church Deacon Ed Turner, West Hunter Baptist Church 
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Organ Meditation  "The Strife Is 0 1er 11  238 
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The Eulogy:  "A Life In Retrospect" w.R. McCall - Pastor 
Hymn  "Blessed Assurance" . 412 
Recessional . Words of Comfort Postlude  "The Strife Is O'er" 
The members of the bereaved family express grateful appreciation to all for the flowers, telegrams, words of solace and your prayers. 
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The burial will take place in Jackson, ueorgia the home site of the deceased. 
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Let us who are disciples of Jesus Christ make true by precept our Saviour's philosophy that they who love God thru Him are never without a father, mother brother or sister-but belong to an ever expanding family. 
 
RESURGENCE 
Though he that, ever kind and true, Kept stoutly step with you, Your whole long, gusty lifetime through, 
Be gone awhile before Be now a moment gone before Yet doubt not; soon the season shall restore 
Your friend to you. 
 
He has but turned the corner - still He pushes on with right good will Through mire and marsh, by dal~ and hill 
The selfsame arduous way That selfsame, upland, hopeful way, That you and he, through many a doubtful day 
Attempted still. 
 
He is not dead - this friend - not dead, But in the path we mortals tread Got some few trifling steps ahead, 
And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend 
You fancy dead. 
 
Push gaily on, brave heart, the while You travel fo~Nard mile by mile, He loiters, with a backward smile, 
Till you can overtake; And strains his eyes to search his wake, Or, whistling as he sees you through the brake, 
Waits on a stile. 
 
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Robert Louis Stevenson