"Do you hear the bells a-ringing? Do you hear the Choirs singing? "Tis that Glory Hallelujah Jubilee. . . In that far off land forever, Just beyond that crystal river ... When they ring those golden bells for You and Me.” On May 16, 1920, bells rang for Arthur Flowers and Elvira Crockell of Austin, Texas, announcing the birth of their son, Woodrow. Woodrow physical birth was accompanied me the py REneAy tones of love and of life, of living and giving. | : Woodrow met Rosa en Racin whom he iat as his aes on December — 26, 1946, and they shared 19 beautiful years of marriage, until his beloved Rosa Lee was called to her “Heavenly Home" on a 20, 1965. They were the blessed parents of a son LuPriest. Woodrow served in the United States Army and was a World War II Veteran. He was an Auto Mechanic and was a volunteered in the Community Action Program. Woodrow pilgrimaged to Ogden, Utah were he united with the Embry — Chapel A.M.E. Church. He was a Steward, A Trustee, Church Custodian and a member of the Choir. Woodrow was gifted with a beautiful singing voice and willingly used his talent in his church and the community lifting up the Name of Christ. He was preceded in death by his parents, antl two dear cousins, S. T. Flowers and James Price, who were like brothers to him. And now, the hosannas of our homes may be one gathered to his rest and our days have become sorrowful; but we know that God, through the wind, speaks not more gently to the giant oaks than to all the least blades of grass. And with the sweetest voice in the angelic choir, the Master Musician called our Woodrow for an audition. Woodrow performance was good—his scores harmonized with God's plan for life. His melody of love was written with the lyrics of God's word: "Love Ye one another as I have loved You." Woodrow tried to live his life marching in rhythmic cadence with God's drum beat and not with that of man nor his own. | On November 3, 1998, Woodrow Flowers passed the audition. God the Maestro of life and death needed a singer for his heavenly choir. He summoned one of the best. Woodrow heard the golden bells that rang for him with God's peace that passes all understanding, surrounding him, the Lord lifted our Woodrow into that place where we all must go when we have finished God's work here in this place— that eternal harmony and love. And now, in language of love through song, Woodrow speaks: “To my son, LuPriest, my grandchildren Isaiah and Xzavier, my sister, Sarah Lee Holand friends and loved land, My Cousin Betty Massey, my Church pasion ones. Do not mourn, my family, my highde This is my beginning, not the end. God said, “I go to prepare a place for you. That where I am you may be there too.” So if you miss me from singing down here, And you cannot find me no where Come on up to Bright Glory, I'll be singing up there -- I'll be waiting up there.” Amen ie |