|Birth: ||Jul. 29, 1941|
|Death: ||Nov. 10, 2007, USA|
Farrell D. Randall
July 29, 1941 - Nov. 10, 2007
Farrell D. Randall, 66, died Saturday in his home.
Farrell was born in Marion, the son of the late Grant Randall and the late Eva McClain. On Oct. 29, 1960, he married Sandy King.
He was a police officer with the Marion Police Department for 24 years, retiring in 1993. He was a member of Grace Community Church and the Fraternal Order of Police. He was a history buff who loved visiting Civil War battle sites. Along with traveling, he enjoyed old movies, playing golf, and fishing.
Survivors include his wife, Sandy Randall, Marion; daughter, Belynda Baker, Marion; son, Grant (Debbie) Randall, Marion; sister, Sheryl Warner, Marion; six grandchildren, Matt (Amanda) Dennis, Holly and Stacey Dennis, Joshua Grant (Stacy) Randall, Jacob and Derrick Randall; and two great-grandchildren, Dominic Dennis and Skyler Randall.
He was preceded in death by his brother, Charles Scott Randall.
Services are at 10 a.m. Wednesday in Grace Community Church with the Rev. Dr. Tom Mansbarger officiating, assisted by Rev. Bill Sparks and Chaplain Darrell Smith. Burial is in Grant Memorial Park.
Friends may call from 2 to 4 and 6 to 8 p.m. Tuesday in Raven-Choate Funeral Home, 1202 Kem Road.
Memorials may be made to Grant County Sheriff's Department Chaplaincy Program, Cancer Services of Grant County, or Gillead Ministries.
Online condolences can be sent at www.ravenchoate.com
The Policeman's Prayer
The policeman stood and faced his God.
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining.
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, Policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my Church have you been true?"
The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges Can't always be a Saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my work was rough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep,
I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills just got too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here.
They never wanted me around Except to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the Throne Where the Saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his God.
"Step forward now, policeman,
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
Grant Memorial Park
Created by: Night Angel
Record added: Nov 12, 2007
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