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Obituary for Sharon R. Johnson (Hackney)

Sharon R. (Hackney) Johnson, age 70, passed away peacefully on Friday, July 10, 2020 at Lowell General Hospital, Lowell, surrounded by her loving family. She was the beloved wife of Mark T. Johnson with whom she shared 45 years of marriage.

Sharon was born on March 9, 1950 in Fargo, North Dakota, and was a daughter of the late Roy G. and Lillian (Syverson) Hackney.

In addition to her loving husband, Sharon leaves her two children: son Matt Johnson and his wife Addy Fulmer of Los Angeles, CA, and son Paul Johnson of New Orleans, LA.

From her earliest days Sharon had a passion for music which she passed to her two sons. Matt is an accomplished drummer and Paul teaches music and plays trumpet, piano, and guitar. Her happiest times included attending Chelmsford High School band events, half time shows, the Disney field trip and Marblehead Little Theatre (MLT) shows. One of the MLT cast members said, “your mom was truly the sweetest woman. She came to every show and always came up to me saying the nicest, most generous things.” Sharon was so proud of every accomplishment of her two sons and taped up their honor roll certificates all over the house.

Funeral Service will be LIVESTREAMED ONLY on Saturday, July 18, 2020 at 2:00 pm. To access the livestream link please visit CHELMSFORDFUNERALHOME.COM. Please find the livestream link below Sharon’s obituary text. Visiting hours have been omitted and interment will be held privately. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests memorial donations be made in Sharon’s name to Boston Children’s Hospital, Planned Giving Office, 401 Park Drive, Suite 602, Boston, MA 02215.

A Celebration of the Life of Sharon Johnson

Prelude How Great Thou Art
A Word of Grace and Greeting Pastor Hong
Opening Prayer Pastor Hong
Hymn “Breathe on Me, Breath of God” Nancy Burns
Scripture Reading: Paul Johnson
Philippians 4:4-7; Matthew 6:25-33
Reflections and Meditation Pastor Hong
Poem: “Gone from My Sight” Dr. Sarah Johnson
Sharing of Remembrances (Matt, Paul and Mark)
Sharing memories with pictures
Affirmation of Faith Together
We are not alone, we live in God’s world. We believe in God: who has created and is creating, who has come in Jesus, the Word made flesh, to reconcile and make new, who works in us and others by the Spirit. We trust in God. We are called to be the church: to celebrate God’s presence, to love and serve others, to seek justice and resist evil, to proclaim Jesus, crucified and risen, our judge and our hope. In life, in death, in life beyond death, God is with us. We are not alone. Thanks be to God. Amen.
Commendation Pastor Hong
Prayer of Thanksgiving Pastor Hong
Lord’s Prayer:
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.
Hymn “It Is Well with My Soul” Nancy Burn
Benediction Pastor Hong
Postlude (You Raise Me Up)

*Breathe on Me, Breath of God
WORDS: Edwin Hatch, 1878; MUSIC: Robert Jackson, 1888

Breathe on me, Breath of God!
Fill me with life anew,
That I may love what thou dost love
And do what thou wouldst do.

Breathe on me, Breath of God!
Until my heart is pure,
Until with thee I will one will,
To do and to endure.

Breathe on me, Breath of God!
So shall I never die,
But live with thee the perfect life
Of thine eternity.

*It Is Well With My Soul
WORDS: Horatio G. Spafford, 1873; MUSIC: Philip P. Bliss, 1876

When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll,
Whatever my lot, though hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It is well…. with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control:
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And has shed his own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more.
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!


And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The song shall resound, and the Lord shall descend.
Even so, it is well with my soul.