In remembrance of Marvin Bowen, 04/07/1943-01/20/2005, Wednesday, January 26, 2005, 11:00 a.m., Beulah Grove Baptist Church, 1434 Poplar Street, Augusta, Ga., Dr. Sam Davis, pastor

In Remembrance of
Marvin Boivcn
04/07/1943 - 01/20/2005
Wednesday, January 26, 2 0 0 5 -11:00 am
Beulah Grove Baptist Church
1454 Poplar 5 tre e t - Augusta, Ga.
<Sam QJjaoti,

My Redeemer
J u s t before the break of dawn, In the stillness of the morning calm, I heard the voices of angels proclaim, "Jesus is the Christ: God the Father,
Is the Holy One".
Thou are, 0 God, my salvation__ I thee do I wait all the day. God's grace abounds His tru th is profound God's loving kindness
Is deeper than the widest sea.
From all my troubles and pain; From all on my sins and shame, Christ, the Savior, rescued me.
I finally see the light Shining brighter in my life I'm so glad I found the way,
I am so proud to shout it out loud, "Thank you God, in the name of the Lord, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, and my redeemer."
I'm so glad Jesus took away Those heavy burdens off my shoulders
And gave to me Joy with Peace And love overflowing
I praise you God in the Name of the Lord, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, And my Redeemer
Written by Marvin Bowen

Obituary
Marvin Bowen was bom on April 4, 1943. He departed this life on January 20, 2005.
Marvin was a published author and a poet, with a new book scheduled for release in the upcoming months. He was a veteran o f the United States Army.
Marvin was baptized at Philadelphia Baptist Church in Atlanta, Ga. in the mid 1970's. After moving to Augusta, he united with Beulah Grove Baptist Church where he remained a faithful member until his death. His ministry affiliation included the Recovery Ministry and the Stewardship Ministry. His active involvement with prison inmates was known across the United States. Remaining a constant supporter o f the homeless and the Salvation Army, he was always caring and giving to anyone in need. He will continue to be in our thoughts and always in our hearts.
Marvin is survived by his long-time friend and wife, Sheila Bowen, Hephzibah, Ga., his mother, Beulah Bowen, father, Lawrence Me David, son, Marvin Bowen, Jr., all o f Los Angeles, California; grandchildren; Ashley Bowen, Arron Bowen, and Adrian Bowen, Carrolton, Ga., three sisters; Marva Taylor, Cheryl Me David, and Rita Gibson, all o f Los Angeles, Ca., one brother, Lawrence Me David, Jr., Los Angeles, one uncle; Rev. Matthew Hogan (Dorothy) o f Ft. Worth, Texas, one niece, one nephew, godmother; Mrs. Eddie Mae Smith, Atlanta, Ga., godson, Christopher Wilson, Augusta, Ga., four stepsons; Kenneth James, Chris Scott, Stephen Scott, and Kahlil Hall, all of Augusta, Ga. He is also survived by a host of cousins, relatives, and life long friends.

Order of Service

P ro c e s s io n a l

P ra ye r ......................................................................................................M in is te r

S c r ip t u r e ................................................................................ Rev. Pen S m a lls

S e le c t io n ............................................................................Peulah Grove C hoir

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R em arks (2 minutee, pleaee)

P ro th e r Reginald Cum mings P ro th er Kenny Dorsey P ro th e r Jam es Elam

Poem ....................................................

S o l o .......................................................

A ckn o w le d g e m e n ts ........................

S e le c t io n .............................................

E ulogy ..................................................

R e c e s s io n a l

Interm ent

Georgia V eterans M em orial G ardens Milledgevifle, G A

That's My Brother"
What can I say about my brother, He's worked for the government, He's been an entrepreneur, a poet,
A kind man, a loving man, A generous man, and sometimes a hard man.
That's my brother.
He's had his battles He's such an intelligent guy When he was not battling those bad elements He was so productive, so spiritual
He loved the Lord. When he was writing poetry, he would call mama and ask her about certain scriptures and where they are located. They'd laugh about some of his writings and you would wonder where he came up with th a t particular poem. They ju s t seemed to flow to him. He would stay on his computer for hours, even to the point th a t he would get ill. J5ut he was determined to
get his thoughts on paper, That's my brother.
He was a very generous guy too. I remember a time when a friend came by out of work. My brother wrote a check for $ 5 0 0 without hesitation. When th
friend left, I said Marvin th a t was so good of you. I also asked if th a t was a loan. He replied, "No, I gave him the
money simply because if he doesn't pay it back, our friendship will still be intact.
It was a gift. That's my brother.

i have always looked up to my big brother. Not ju s t a s an adult, but as a little girl, even afte rth e quarrels and fights. Even when he knocked my dolls around a s a little boy. I've always been protective o+my brother. That's ju s t the way it is. I guess most of us are protective of our siblings a t one time or another. All I've ever wanted is for my brother to be healthy and happy.
My brother is not weii now. He's 51 yeare old now. His illness has taken a toll on him.
He's had a good life. He's done many things, probably more than most.
Met many people in his lifetime, some good, some not so good. Some th a t meant him well and those th a t didn't. That's my brother.
i'll miss my brother when he's gone, but I pray th a t he doesn't have to suffer long. Of course, I could go first.
Only the Lord knows our fate, it was written before we were conceived.
However it goes, we know the Lord knows best. My brother has been diagnosed
with bladder cancer. He's refused any treatm ent and doesn't want life support.
The other day he nad to go back to the hospital for morphine patches to
help the pain. He had been in the hospital for a month when the cancer was discovered.
r\e s been so strong, trying to deal with the pain on his own. That's my brother.

I've gotten my brother out of a few tight spots in our time. And th a t's why I feel
so helpless a t th is time. There is nothing I can do this time. My hands are tied.
1love my brother and if he goes before me, I will miss him so. Iju s t can't imagine
life without my brother, really. The Lord has let my brother be in my life for 5 9 years,
and for th a t I am grateful. Thank you Lord. So there you have it.
"That's my brother!"
M arvin Eugene Bowen S r .,
My Brother,
"You Are My Hero" .
Marva Taylor, S/ster

Honorary Pallbearers
Beulah Grove Recovery Ministry Beulah Grove Stewardship Ministry
Active Pallbearers
The U. S Army
Feel My Pain
Do you feel my pain, the pain i go thru? You may neve- know, it's about you, feeling for me, the pain I go
thru, th a t you can't see. It could be sharp as lightening, a feeling th a t which you, don't
know. Do you feel my pain, the pain I go thru? Neb feeling my waist or the place for my feet underneath. Oh, how
I wish you could feel the pain th a t I cannot. I feel with my heart not with my touch.
Lying in bed v/ith nothing to do, can you feel the pain as I do? No cure for me, but the pain is set free because I will see my
=ather, who feels all the pain for me.
Kaklil Hally Stepson
Acknowledgements
The family of Marvin Bowen would like to express heartfelt thanks to everyone who has expressed some act of kindness during this sorrowful time. May God keep you in his care and continue to bless each of you.