We would like to express our deepest, most heartfelt sympathy to the family of HENRY
EARL OWENS during their bereavement. We pray that they find strength and comfort
in the Lord. May God keep you in His care, He will ease your pain and wipe away your
tears. We pray that you experience the peace and comfort only God can give during
THE OWENS FAMILY
A FALLEN LIMB
A limb has fallen from our family tree
I keep hearing a voice that says, " Grieve not for me."
Remember the best times, the laughter, the song
The good life I lived while I was strong.
Continue my heritage, I am counting on you.
Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through.
My mind is at ease, my soul at rest.
Remembering all, how I was truly blessed.
Continue tradition, no matter how small.
Go on with your life, don't worry about falls.
I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin.
Until the day comes we're together again
Henry Earl Owens was born on February 20, 1955 in Beaumont, Texas to Timothy Jr., and
Mary Lee Richardson Owens. In the late 1950's his parents relocated to Port Acres, Texas and
united with the Antioch Missionary Baptist Church under the leadership of the late Reverend
Lawrence Clayton where he was baptized and sang in the choir. Henry was educated in the
Port Arthur Independent School District. After graduation he served in the United States Air
Force. He was a machinist by trade, he also worked as a plumber and did carpentry. Henry
loved spending time with his family, fishing and karaoke.
Henry transitioned on September 30, 2020. He was preceded in death by his parents
Timothy Jr., and Mary L. Richardson Owens, his sister Tracey Lynn Owens and a brother
Lester Tim Owens (on 3/19/2020). He leaves to cherish his memories his loving and devoted
wife of 31 years Lydia J. Owens, his children Havalisia Renee' Owens, Lakesha Owens Moore
(Gerren), Trina Grace, and Richard Price (Anaeliza), seven grandchildren and three great
grandchildren. He also leaves a brother Tyrone L. Owens and a host of nieces, nephews, other
relatives and friends.
|For God so loved the world,
that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whosoever believes in Him should
not perish, but have everlasting life.
CROSSING THE BAR
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.