Funeral Service for
Belinda Clare Reynolds
at the Chilterns Crematorium
Belinda, always the life and soul of the party,
requested that she should leave in style
I lift up my eyes to the hills -- from where will my help
My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not
He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD is your keeper, the LORD is your shade at your right
The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life.
The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in from this
time on and forevermore.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost, as it was in the
beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen
From the film The Shawshank Redemption
talking about Andy Defrain
That’s where Andy crossed when I picture
him heading South in his own car with the top down. It always makes me laugh.
.... Those of us who knew him best talk about him often. ... Sometime it makes
me sad though, Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t
meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright and when they fly away
the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But
still the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re
gone. – I guess I just miss my friend.
Reading: Lamentations 3:22-26, 31-33, 55-57
The Lord's Prayer
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name;
thy kingdom come;
thy will be done;
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory.
for ever and ever. Amen.
And did those feet in ancient time
walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of God
on England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
among those dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I shall not cease from mental fight,
nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
till we have built Jerusalem
in England's green and pleasant land.
Prayers Of Committal