In Loving Memory
Celebrating the Life of
Mary Ellen Morris

September 5, 1949

Saturday, August 1, 2015
11:00am

New Bethel
Belle Glade, FL 33430

Elder Harmon, Eulogist
New Zion Holiness Church

Mary Ellen Morris was born September 5, 1949 in North Hampton County, Virginia to the late Virginia Campbell Berger and Exueview Morris.

On July 19, 2015 Mary Ellen departed this earthly life enroute to her eternal home. She is preceded in death by her husband Alfred Rose; one daughter: Ella Laidler; her only son: Anthony Adams; one sister: Ozella Della Johnson; one brother: Robert Lee Fuson; and her grandsons: Kenji Simeton and Rodrick James.

Mary's precious memories will be stored in the hearts of her love ones. Four daughters: Vera Adams, Virginia Adams, Novella Laidler, Ozella Morris; two sisters: Dolly Moses (Thomas), Shirley Butts; ten grandsons: Antiontus, Mario, Marcus, Deunta, Ozimri, Deundre, Devontae, Daryl, Darylonte; seven granddaughters: Joneisha, Arkeria, Markerria, Jasmin, Tontierria, Kenchela, E'layzia; four great grandchildren: Kaiden, Zari, Zion, unborn; very special niece: Claris Johnson; niece: Peggy Johnson; great niece: Ronkerria Thomas; two nephews: Danny Johnson, Jessie Simmons; two god daughters: Jessica and Monica Cabaza and a hosst of nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends.

Order of Service

Processional
Invocation
Scripture Reading………………Old Testament
New Testament
Selection……………….Choir
As I Knew her……………………Monica Cabaza
Solo………..Gladys Woodson
Reflections………………Two minutes, please
Poem……………..Markerria Cilius
Acknowledgements……………….Butts Memorial Chapel
Sermonic Selection
Eulogy…………….Elder Harmon
Processional

A Mother's Love

Whose is the heart that
bursts with pride each time
she sees your face

Whose are the eyes that
dart about to check your world
is safe

Whose are the arms that wrap
you up and hold you tight
and close

Whose is the love that's always
there whenever you need it most

Whose is the smile
that lights the room when
you are smiling too

Whose shoulder is the place to be
when only a cuddle
will do
Whose chest is warm and
comforting when you're a
weary soul

Whose motivation only has
your happiness as
her goal

Whose are the tears that
cry for you as you grow old and free

Whose is the heart that aches
so much in the space that you should be

Whose is the head that knows that
you must find your path alone

Whose is the voice that welcomes you
each time you go back home

Who could have so many facets
that make her oh-so great

Who has you on her mind each
day and today we celebrate

Whose hands hold and guide
you in a way unlike another?

All these are part and parcel
of the joys of being a mother!