Funeral services for Mrs. Ella Bracy Miller, Tuesday, May 7, 1985, 2:00 p.m., Tabernacle Baptist Church, 1223 Laney-Walker Boulevard, Augusta, Georgia, Dr. C. S. Hamilton, officiating

** OBITUARY ** Mrs. Ella Lou Bracy Miller entered into final rest on May 1, 1985 at 2:00 a.m. at University Hospital in Augusta, Georgia. She was born August 7, 1893 in Morgan County, Buckhead, Georgia. She was the proud and youngest daughter of seven children, born to the late Reverend D.C. and Ella Bracy, both natives of Buckhead, Georgia.
Mrs. Miller attended grade school in Buckhead, Georgia, and graduated from Spellman's College in Atlanta, Georgia, where she received her R.N. degree. She resided and worked in the Augusta area, working as a private duty nurse for over fifty years.
Mrs. Miller also attended Sil-Flex Beauty Culture School, where she received a diploma in Beauty Cultures. She spent many years in real estate and was a member of the first group that founded the Ladies Service Club of the Phyllis Wheatley Y.W.C.A.
In earlier years she was an active member of Tabernacle Baptist Church in which she attended regular Sunday services until her illness. She was a former member of the Tabernacle's Senior Choir and a former member of the Walker Baptist Church Chorus.
Mrs. Miller was united in Holy Matrimony in Buckhead, Georgia, by her father to the late Mr. Robert S. Miller. There were no children born to this family. She is survived by three nephews, Mr. Paul N. Bracy, originally from Boston, Massachusetts, who retired from the New York State Hospital and came to Augusta in 1983 to care for his aunt, Mr. Joseph B. Bracy, who is presently residing in Baltimore, Maryland, and Mr. Charles C. Bracy, who is presently residing in Long Island, New York. She is also survived by two very dear cousins, Mr. Nesby and Mrs. Gladys Gibson, who are presently residing in Augusta, Georgia, and a host of relatives and friends.
Today my soul is reaching out for something that's unknown. For 1 cannot grasp or fathom, it for it's known to God alone--l cannot hold or harness it or put it into form. For it's as uncontrollable as the wind before the storm--l know not where it camefrom or whither it will go. For it's as inexplicable as the restless winds that blow-and like the wind, it too will pass and leave nothing more behind than the "Memory of a Mystery" that blew across my mind-But like the wind, it will return to keep reminding me that everything that has been is what again will b e -for there is nothing that is new beneath God's timeless sun, and present, past and future are all molded into one-A nd east and west and north and south the same wind keeps on blowing, while rivers run on endlessly, yet the sea's not overflowing-and the restless unknown longing of my searching soul won't cease until God comes in glory and my soul at last finds peace.
Ecclesiastes 1:9

** ORDER OF SERVICE ** PROCESSIONAL HYMN .................................................................... "Abide With Me" SC R IP T U R E.......................................................... Rev. Inez J. Smith PRAYER HYMN .......................................................... "Last Mile of the Way" ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS OF CARDS AND TELEGRAMS REMARKS ........................................................Deacon Isaiah Turner HYMN .................................................................... "Take My Hand" EULOGY .............................................................. Dr. C. S. Hamilton RECESSIONAL
CEDAR GROVE CEMETERY

** PALLBEARERS **
Deacons and Trustees Tabernacle Baptist Church
IN A LITTLE WHILE
In a while her last breath left her, And her spirit fled away
To a land where all is brightness, To a land where all is day.
How our sorrowed hearts would have her In this world no longer roam,
But our precious Lord had called her To a far more glorious home.
Death at last had claimed her captive; Breathed on her his icy breath,
But the Lord has freed the captive, For the Lord has conquered death.
She is talking now with Jesus, In a land of pure delight
Where no tears are ever flowing And where Jesus is the light.
In a while w e'll all be over, In that land where angels sing; In that land where fear are ended; In the land where Christ is King.
DENTS UNDERTAKING ESTABLISHMENT