Coeburn, Virginia                                                       June 1, 2022

Morris Lamar Mullins, 72, went to be with his Lord Tuesday, May 31, 2022, at the Norton Community Hospital. He was preceded in death by his parents, Edgar & Jeanette Mullins, a brother, Sheldon (Wig) Mullins.

Morris was a devoted father and believer of the bonds of family. He was an avid hunter and enjoyed spending time with his grandbabies. He was active member of his church and member of Davis Chapel Freewill Baptist Church Lyons Fork serving as a Deacon and caregiver to his brothers, Ronnie, and Teddy.

Surviving is his wife, Debbie Mullins of 48 years; children, Sherman Mullins, and Fallon Mullins Fuller; grandchildren, Hannah Mullins, Colten Mullins, Cadee Bug Fuller, and Ian Fuller, Blake Sykes; his siblings, Rita Jane (Robert) Taylor, Landal (Phil) Yates, Robin (Kevin) Yates, Donald (Reca) Mullins, Ellis (Sandy) Mullins, Scyretihia (Kenneth) Mullins, Ronnie Green, Teddy Green, and sister-in-law, Linda Mullins; several nieces and nephews.

The family will receive friends Friday, June 3, 2022, 12 P.M. to 2 P.M. at the Sturgill Funeral Home 310 6 ^th Street NW Coeburn, VA. Funeral Service will follow in the chapel with Pastor Eddie Rose and Pastor Tom Slemp officiating. Burial will follow in the Greenwood Acres Cemetery Coeburn, VA. Please visit www.sturgillfuneral.com to sign guest register book online. Sturgill Funeral Homes 310 6 ^th Street NW Coeburn, VA. 24230 in charge of arrangements.

Poem

For this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head,

Your time has been and struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed.

Years were not easy, many downright hard, but your faith in God transcended, Put away your tools and sleep in peace. The fences have all been mended.

You raised a fine family, worked the land well and always followed the Son,

Hang up your shovel inside of the barn; your work here on earth is done.

A faith few possess led your journey through life, often a jagged and stony way,

The sun is setting, the cattle are all bedded, and here now is the end of your day.

Your love of God's soil has passed on to your kin; the stories flow like a spring rain,

Wash off your work boots in the puddle left by blessed rain one final time.

You always believed that the good Lord would provide, and He always had somehow,

Take off your gloves and put them down, no more sweat and worry for you now.

Your labor is done, your home now is heaven; no more must you wait,

Your legacy lives on, your love of the land, and Dad we will close the gate.