Ecclesiastes Chapter 3, Verse 1 and 2

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

Time to be born … Bobby Lee. Williams, born July 12, 1965, in Tunica, Mississippi to the late James H. Williams and Willie B. Tate Williams.

He attended the Rosa Fort School system at the young age of 9, Bobby and his 6 brothers and sisters moved to the city of Memphis accompany by their mother. At an early age, Bobby gravitated toward the church where he accepted Christ in his life and his faith never wavered.

Time to grow … Bobby Williams gave the City of Memphis 29 years of faithful service.

Time Gain … His relationship with our Lord and Savior began in 1977 where he joined Greater Mt. Moriah Missionary Baptist Church under the leadership of Rev. J. L. Payne. He later became a member of Golden Rule Missionary Baptist Church and served as a Deacon under the guidance of Pastor Elder N. Greer. Brother Williams's final church home was Next Level Cathedral of Praise under the leadership of Pastor Lee Wilkins.

Time to Love … Bobby was united in holy matrimony to Leebartha D. Langston on July 11, 1997.

Time to embrace … He will be forever loved and missed by his 5 sons - Demarcus Williams(Jerricka), Deandre Williams, Brandon Young, James Hull, Robert Jacobs(Sherita) 3 daughters - Earline Williams, Deneishia Williams, Auanna Hull. He was also blessed with 11 grandchildren, 8 sisters-in-law, 7 brothers-in-law, and a father-in-law Wilbert Boyd( Rosemary)with a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, relatives, and friends.

He was preceded in death by his parents- James H. Williams and Willie B. Tate Williams and a sister Martha Maxwell.

A Time of Peace … On Monday, February 1, 2021, Bro. William was called to his heavenly home.

God saw the road was getting rough. The hill was hard to climb. He gently closed those loving eyes, and whispered, " Peace be thine. " The weary hours, the days of pain … the sleepless nights are passed. The ever-patient, worn-out frame the found sweet rest at last.