Active Pallbearers · Obituary Booker T. Hill was born to the parentage of Marion Hill and Beatrice...

The Homegoing Celebration for

SunriseMarch 23, 1940

SunsetOctober 5, 2018

Saturday, October 13, 20181:00 p.m.

Greater Davis Chapel C.O.G.I.C.716 Chandler Street

Garland, Texas 75040

Elder Samuel Holmes, Sr., Officiating

AcknowledgementWe, the family of Booker T. Hill, Sr., wish to express our sincere appreciation and gratitude for the prayers, kind deeds, and thoughtful expressions of sympathy shown to us during the illness and subsequent

death of our loved one. ~ The Family

Active PallbearersRobert Hill Gavin ParishJamarius Hill Dexter PringleTony Hill William Pringle, Jr.Damion Rush Ramon Rush

Honorary PallbearersWilliam J. Pringle, Sr. Edward L. Pringle, Sr.Charles R. Pringle, Sr. Charlie J. Rush, Sr.Richard I. Johnson, Jr. Kirk Devers

IntermentLincoln Memorial Cemetery

Dallas, Texas

Dinner will be served at the church following the Interment.

Final Arrangements Entrusted To4155 South R.L.

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Dallas, TX 75224214.941.7332

5701 East Loop 820 SouthFort Worth, TX 76119

817.478.9555Fax 817.478.9582

1318 West GreenTallulah, LA 71282

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BishopBooker T.HILL, SR.

BishopBooker T.HILL, SR.

ObituaryBooker T. Hill was born to the parentage of Marion Hill and Beatrice McKellar Hill on March 23, 1940. At the age of eight, he moved to Whitehouse, Texas, and was raised by his aunt and uncle, Madie Sharp and Wilbert Sharp.

He graduated high school from Emmett Scott Senior High School in Tyler, Texas, and completed his bachelor’s degree in education at Texas College in Tyler, Texas.

Booker married Robbie Lee Pringle in 1961, and together, they enjoyed over 50 years of marriage. He taught school in Athens, Texas, East St. Louis, Illinois, McKinney, Texas, and Killeen, Texas, for over 40 years. He was the musician for several years at various churches around the metroplex until his health failed. He was preceded in death by his parents, Marion and Beatrice Hill, his aunt and uncle who raised him, Madie Sharp and Wilbert Sharp, two daughters, Madie B. Hill and Elizabeth Gates, three grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren.

He leaves to mourn his passing: his wife, Robbie L. Hill of Dallas, Texas; one sister, Helen Harkey of Mesquite, Texas; three daughters, Robbie (Richard) Johnson of Garland, Texas, Synithia (Kirk) Devers of McKinney, Texas, and Angela Gates of East St. Louis, Illinois; four sons, Booker T. Hill, Jr. (Rosie) of McKinney, Texas, Charles Hill, Robert Hill (Torri) of Dallas, Texas, and Michael Hill (Shatara) of Duncanville, Texas; 22 grandchildren, 28 great-grandchildren, one great-great-granddaughter; and a host of other relatives and friends.

Order of ServiceProcessional .............................................................Clergy and FamilyWelcome ...................................................................... Robbie JohnsonScripturesOld Testament...................Psalm 23 ..................Supt. Tommie ChalkNew Testament ......................................... Reverend Edward PringlePrayer ...........................................................Reverend Windel PringleSong.............................“Amazing Grace” .............Minister Ruben HillResolutionsRemarks ................................................(Please Limit to Two Minutes)Solo ..................................................................... Elder Samuel HolmesSilent Reading of ObituaryEulogy ........................................................................ Supt. H.P. JordanViewing ..............................................................................Golden GateRecessional

Let Me GoWhen I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me,I want no rites in a gloom-filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me little – but not too longAnd not with your head bowed low.

Remember the love that we once sharedMiss me – but let me go

For this is a journey that we must all take,And each must go alone.

It’s all a part of the Master’s Plan–A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart, Go to the friends we know,

Miss me – but let me go.Laugh at all the things we used to do.

When I am dead, my dearestSing no sad songs for me.Plant thou no roses at my headNor shady cypress tree.

Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wetAnd if thou wilt, rememberAnd if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,I shall not fear the rain;I shall not hear the nightingaleSing on as if in pain.

And dreaming through the twilightThat doth not rise nor set,Happily, I may remember,And happily may forget.