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  • In Loving Memory of

    Clive Michael Barr 30th October 1942 ~ 4th October 2011

    The funeral service conducted


    Monday, 10th October 2011

    at 11am


    MUSIC IN MEMORY OF CLIVE Mario Lanza ~ Ave Maria





    The death of someone we love and care about, is like the death of part of us. No one else will ever call out from within us quite the same responses, the same feelings or actions or ideas. Their death is an ending of one part of a story. Lord as we look back over Clives life. We ask that what we have received, what we can appropriate, and continue on in our own lives, we will, and what must be laid to rest, we will lay those things down. Our love for him reminds us that our sharing in one another's lives brings both support and pain. Our being parted from Clive reminds us of our own mortality ......And that your love is enduring. We thank you that our love for Clive draws us together and gives us a new appreciation of one another, and of the beauty and fragility of relationships, which mirror your grace and goodness to us. Lord, time's tide may wash Clives footprints from the shore, but not our love for him nor the influence of his life upon our own. Nor the ways in which they will ever be a sign for us, of those things which really matter - which are eternal. Hear this prayer for your love's sake. Amen.


    All: Lord, we come into your presence to remember Clive and to

    seek your comfort, for we know that nothing can separate us from

    your love and that you support us in our sorrow. We are sure that

    the souls of the righteous are with you and that nothing can harm

    them. Although they have died they are in peace. Give us your

    strength to rejoice that you have taken Clive to be with yourself

    where he shall no more be in need. May we find life and peace and

    perfect joy with him in your presence; through Jesus Christ our




    Psalm 23

    The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green

    pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters He restoreth my soul: he leadeth

    me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through

    the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy

    rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the

    presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

    Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will

    dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.


    1 Corinthians 13 Vs 1-13


    If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a

    resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can

    fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move

    mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and

    surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is

    patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not

    rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

    Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects,

    always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there

    are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled;

    where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we

    prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I

    was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.

    When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor

    reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then

    I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith,

    hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

  • POEM~ GRANDAD (Written by Grandaughter Stephanie)

    I loved to walk with you granddad

    Your steps were short like mine.

    You never told me to hurry up

    We always took our time.

    You loved us all so very dear

    And we all loved you so.

    I loved to walk with you granddad

    Were so sad you had to go.

    We want to tell you something

    So there wont be any doubt.

    Youre so wonderful to think of

    But so hard to be without.

    Today and tomorrow

    We will always remember you.

  • A PERSONAL TRIBUTE & MUSIC Mario Lanza ~ Ill Walk With God


  • HYMN

    The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want.

    He makes me down to lie

    In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by.

    My soul He doth restore again;

    And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness,

    Even for His own Name's sake.

    Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,

    Yet will I fear none ill;

    For Thou art with me; and Thy rod And staff me comfort still.

    My table Thou hast furnished

    In presence of my foes; My head Thou dost with oil anoint,

    And my cup overflows.

    Goodness and mercy all my life

    Shall surely follow me;

    And in God's house forevermore My dwelling place shall be.


    All: Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by 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.



    Let us commend Clive to the mercy of God, Our maker and redeemer. God our

    creator and redeemer, by your power Christ conquered death and entered into

    glory. Confident of his victory and claiming his promises, we entrust Clive to

    your mercy in the name of Jesus our Lord, who died and is alive and reigns with

    you, now and forever.



    The Lord is full of compassion and mercy, slow to anger and of great goodness. As

    a father is tender towards his children, so is the Lord tender to those that love him.

    For he knows of what we are made; he remembers that we are but dust. Our days

    are like the grass; we flourish like a flower of the field; when the wind goes over it,

    it is gone and its place will know it no more. But the merciful goodness of the Lord

    endures for ever and ever towards those that love him. and his righteousness upon

    their children's children.

    We have entrusted our brother Clive to Gods mercy, and we now, commit his body

    to be cremated: earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust: in the sure and certain

    hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, who will

    transform our frail bodies that they may be conformed to his glorious body, who

    died, was buried, and rose again for us. To him be glory for ever.



    May God give you his comfort and his peace, his light and his joy, in this world

    and the next; and the blessing of God almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy

    Spirit, be among you and remain with you always.



    Eva Cassidy ~ Over The Rainbow

    Donations In Memory of Clive

    may be given for MABS

    The family would like to invite you back to

    their house following the service

  • Service Sheets Designed & Printed by

    The English Funeral Director, Tony Smith. Tel: 650 631 719