Oscar Lee Chavers III, born Nov. 15, 1943 in Baytown, died May 23, 2011 in Ace at the age of 67. He was the son of Oscar Lee Jr.,and Susan Ethel Sterling Chavers both deceased.
He is survived by his stepfather and stepmother, Jessie and Dorothy Troutman.
Mr. Chavers retired from the U.S. Navy after three tours in Vietnam and 20 years of service.
He is survived by his wife, Donna Lynn Chavers and son, Brandon Chavers of Ace; daughter and son-in-law, Tanya and Dolan Simmons Sr. of Connecticut; daughter, Sonya Flagg of Rhode Island; daughter, Emi Chavers of Connecticut; stepson and wife, Jaime and Stephanie Daniel; stepdaughter, Rachel Promtree; 12 grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.
A memorial service will be held at 3:30 p.m. on May 28 at the First Baptist Church of Wild Country. Pastors Donald Martin and Paul Boyd will officiate. Graveside services will be held at Veterans Memorial Cemetery in Houston. The time has not been determined yet.
Polk County Enterprise - Obituaries
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The Sailor stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass..
'Step forward now, Sailor ,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the
other cheek?
To My Church have you been
true?'
The sailor squared his
shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I have not.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was
tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just 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 fears
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 a silence all around
the throne,
Where the saints had often
trod.
As the Sailor waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you Sailor,
You've borne your burdens
well.
Sail peacefully on Heaven's
waters',
You've done your time in Hell.
Author Unknown~
He is survived by his stepfather and stepmother, Jessie and Dorothy Troutman.
Mr. Chavers retired from the U.S. Navy after three tours in Vietnam and 20 years of service.
He is survived by his wife, Donna Lynn Chavers and son, Brandon Chavers of Ace; daughter and son-in-law, Tanya and Dolan Simmons Sr. of Connecticut; daughter, Sonya Flagg of Rhode Island; daughter, Emi Chavers of Connecticut; stepson and wife, Jaime and Stephanie Daniel; stepdaughter, Rachel Promtree; 12 grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.
A memorial service will be held at 3:30 p.m. on May 28 at the First Baptist Church of Wild Country. Pastors Donald Martin and Paul Boyd will officiate. Graveside services will be held at Veterans Memorial Cemetery in Houston. The time has not been determined yet.
Polk County Enterprise - Obituaries
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The Sailor stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass..
'Step forward now, Sailor ,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the
other cheek?
To My Church have you been
true?'
The sailor squared his
shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I have not.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was
tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just 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 fears
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 a silence all around
the throne,
Where the saints had often
trod.
As the Sailor waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you Sailor,
You've borne your burdens
well.
Sail peacefully on Heaven's
waters',
You've done your time in Hell.
Author Unknown~
Oscar Lee Chavers III, born Nov. 15, 1943 in Baytown, died May 23, 2011 in Ace at the age of 67. He was the son of Oscar Lee Jr.,and Susan Ethel Sterling Chavers both deceased.
He is survived by his stepfather and stepmother, Jessie and Dorothy Troutman.
Mr. Chavers retired from the U.S. Navy after three tours in Vietnam and 20 years of service.
He is survived by his wife, Donna Lynn Chavers and son, Brandon Chavers of Ace; daughter and son-in-law, Tanya and Dolan Simmons Sr. of Connecticut; daughter, Sonya Flagg of Rhode Island; daughter, Emi Chavers of Connecticut; stepson and wife, Jaime and Stephanie Daniel; stepdaughter, Rachel Promtree; 12 grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.
A memorial service will be held at 3:30 p.m. on May 28 at the First Baptist Church of Wild Country. Pastors Donald Martin and Paul Boyd will officiate. Graveside services will be held at Veterans Memorial Cemetery in Houston. The time has not been determined yet.
Polk County Enterprise - Obituaries
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The Sailor stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass..
'Step forward now, Sailor ,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the
other cheek?
To My Church have you been
true?'
The sailor squared his
shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I have not.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was
tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just 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 fears
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 a silence all around
the throne,
Where the saints had often
trod.
As the Sailor waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you Sailor,
You've borne your burdens
well.
Sail peacefully on Heaven's
waters',
You've done your time in Hell.
Author Unknown~
He is survived by his stepfather and stepmother, Jessie and Dorothy Troutman.
Mr. Chavers retired from the U.S. Navy after three tours in Vietnam and 20 years of service.
He is survived by his wife, Donna Lynn Chavers and son, Brandon Chavers of Ace; daughter and son-in-law, Tanya and Dolan Simmons Sr. of Connecticut; daughter, Sonya Flagg of Rhode Island; daughter, Emi Chavers of Connecticut; stepson and wife, Jaime and Stephanie Daniel; stepdaughter, Rachel Promtree; 12 grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.
A memorial service will be held at 3:30 p.m. on May 28 at the First Baptist Church of Wild Country. Pastors Donald Martin and Paul Boyd will officiate. Graveside services will be held at Veterans Memorial Cemetery in Houston. The time has not been determined yet.
Polk County Enterprise - Obituaries
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The Sailor stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass..
'Step forward now, Sailor ,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the
other cheek?
To My Church have you been
true?'
The sailor squared his
shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I have not.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was
tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just 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 fears
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 a silence all around
the throne,
Where the saints had often
trod.
As the Sailor waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you Sailor,
You've borne your burdens
well.
Sail peacefully on Heaven's
waters',
You've done your time in Hell.
Author Unknown~
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