Funeral services for Mr. Frank T. Jones, Sr., Tuesday, May 5, 1992, 4:00 p.m., Tabernacle Baptist Church, 1223 Laney Walker Blvd., Augusta, Ga 30901, C. S. Hamilton, officiating

FUNERAL SERVICES FOR
MR. FRANK T. JONES. SR,
TUESDAY- MAY 5, 1992.4:00 PM, TABERNACLE BAPTIST CHURCH
1223 LANEY WALKER BLVD. AUGUSTA, GA 30901
C. S. HAMILTON, OFFICIATING

OBITUARY
MR. FRANK T. JONES. SR. SON OF THE LATE FELIX AND MARY HOLLIDAY JONES WAS BORN AND REARED IN AUGUSTA. GEORGIA.
HE WAS RETIRED FROM THE GULF ATLANTIC WAREHOUSE.
HE WAS A FAITHFUL MEMBER OF TABERNACLE BAPTIST CHURCH.
HE WAS THE FATHER OF THE LATE DR. FRANK VERNON JONES, JR. WHO PRECEEDED HIM IN DEATH.
SURVIVORS INCLUDE GRANDCHILDREN; MAJOR AND MRS. MAXIE (KAREN JONES) JOYE, DE RIDDEN, LA,, REV. AND MRS VERNON KEITH JONES, WASHINGTON, D.C. DR. FRANK K. JONES, WASHINGTON, D.C., MR. AND MRS. ROBERT (KIMBERLY JONES) PENNAMON, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, DR. JADA BUSSEY, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FIVE GREAT GRANDCHILDREN, A DEVOTED DAUGHTER-IN-LAW MRS. SUSIE JONES, AUGUSTA, GEORGIA, A STEP-DAUGHTER, MRS. DOROTHY HUBERT. ATLANTA, GEORGIA, A STEP GRAND-DAUGHTER. CASSANDRA MOORE, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, SISTER-IN-LAW, MRS. GEORGIA DAGGETT, AUGUSTA, GEORGIA, DEVOTED NEIGHBOR. MRS. MAYDELL BOYD, AND OTHER RELATIVES AND FRIENDS.

PROGRAM
PRELUDE PROCESSIONAL HYMN........ CHOIR...."'....LAST MILE OF THE WAY SCRIPTURE....... REV. INEZ SMITH PRAYER..............REV. H. B. BADY HYMN.............. CHOIR........... AMAZING GRACE REMARKS AND ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
MRS. GEORGE LILLIAN JENKINS REMARKS.......................FAMILY MEMBER SOLO............................. MRS. EMMA LOU STARKS OBITUARY........ (SOFT MUSIC)....READ SILENTLY EULOGY.................... REV. C. S. HAMILTON RECESSIONAL BURIAL - CEDAR GROVE CEMETERY

PALLBEARERS

LUVERN GETER

DESI MIDDLEBROOKS

HUGHLONJOHNSON WILLIAM PRINCE

JERRY MERRIWEATHER DENNIS WILDS

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THE BRIDGE BUILDER

AN OLD MAN GOING A LONE HIGHWAY
CAME AT THE EVENING, COLD AND GRAY,
TO A CHASM VAST AND WIDE AND STEEP,
WITH W A T ER S ROLLING COLD AND DEEP.
THE OLD M A N C R O S S E D IN THE TWILIGHT DIM,
THE SULLEN S T R E A M HAD NO FEARS FOR HIM;
BUT HE TU RN ED W HEN S A F E ON THE OTHER SIDE
AND BUILT A BRIDGE TO SPAN THE TIDE
"OLE MAN," SA ID A FELLOW PILGRIM NEAR, YOU ARE W ASTING YOUR STRENGTH
WITH BUILDING HERE.
YOUR J O U R N E Y WILL END WITH THE ENDING DAY,
YOU NEVER AGAIN WILL P A S S THIS WAY.
YOU'VE C R O S S E D THE CHASM, DEEP AND WIDE, WHY BUILD YOU THIS BRIDGE AT EVENTIDE?
THE BUILDER LIFTED HIS OLD G RAY HEAD
" G O O D F R I E N D , IN T H E P A T H I HA VE C O M E , 1' HE S A I D .
THERE FOLLOWETH AFTER ME TODAY A YOUTH WHOSE FEET MUST PASS THIS WAY.
THE CHASM THAT WAS NOUGHT TO ME TO THAT FAIR-HAIRED YOUTH MAY A PITFALL BE;
HE, TOO, MUST CROSS IN THE TWILIGHT DIM GOOD FRIEND, I AM BUILDING THIS BRIDGE FOR HIM.
- W.A. DROMGOOLE