This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Rev. Herbert Gibson 57 years old , born on August 20, 1930 and passed away on January 8, 1988. We will remember him forever.
Posted by Phyllis Dane on January 17, 2019
It’s been 31 years Dad since you left us and I can tell you it isn’t any easier. If only I could talk to you and get your advice again. You are so missed and I am looking forward to that reunion where our circle won’t be broken anymore.
Posted by Amos Kutz on January 15, 2019
God bless the family of br Herbert Gibson, I never knew or heard of this man. But after hearing br Tommy Bates sing the song "Clap Your Hands" and mentioning that this dear br Gibson wrote it, I wanted to find out about him. Our former church "Happy Valley Church" in Tennessee also sang it too. It just blesses me so very much. When a man by heavenly inspiration writes a song, only heaven will reveal how far and deep that will go to be a blessing and help to folks. Amos in Christiansburg, Va
Posted by Deana Perkins on March 21, 2017
My dad sure does talk highly of this man. I never got a chance to know him or hear his good preaching and singing
Posted by Suzi Dilley on July 30, 2014
I remember Bro Gibson from the 70's have been to his church numerous times My Mother and Father Bill and Ethel Mays Held the highest esteem for Bro Gibson brought the church in Kentucky a long ways I would Love to hear his singing once again but I can't find it anywhere please share if possible
Posted by Paula Bowling on August 23, 2013
It's 2013, an I miss my mom and dad more now than I did then, people say it gets easier, but I think it gets harder. Everyday, my thought is on them, and I can hear them saying things to me all the time..I'm so proud to be called their daughter, and I'm so glad the wonderful value's they taught me...R.I.P. Mom an dad, REV. HERBERT AND ZONA GIBSON FROM THE HILLS OF KY.
Posted by Martha Couch on August 22, 2013
I miss you Dad and Mom. Sometimes I can't believe that the years just keep going. I really didn't expect them too. Love you both.
Posted by Joyce Neal on August 20, 2013
happy birthday Brother Gibson,Istill sing your songs,and now my daughter sings them,I still have the record,why should I worry when I'm in God's hand,my dad Pastor Ray Soard had you for revival,at Lincoln ave.church of God,his birthday was yesterday,he would have been 83,he's been gone 7 yrs.I now pastor the church,God bless your family.
Posted by Paula Bowling on August 20, 2013
Sure miss my dad
Posted by Paula Bowling on March 14, 2013
One of the most anointed preachers in these hills of ky. (My dad). He lived what he preached an he preached what he lived. I'm so glad I was raised by this little country preacher. I miss u dad. An I'm still singing an playing the piano. Something I've done since I was 5 yrs old.
Posted by Joyce Neal on January 4, 2013
he used to come to highway holliness church for revivals 35yrs ago Iloved his preaching and singing,I still have his records,I have a message he preached called why should I worry when I'm in Gods hand,I am now a pastor myself,I lost my dad,my pastor,6yrs ago to cancer,he preached 58yrs,he was one of those trail blazers too,I miss them.

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Posted by Phyllis Dane on January 17, 2019
It’s been 31 years Dad since you left us and I can tell you it isn’t any easier. If only I could talk to you and get your advice again. You are so missed and I am looking forward to that reunion where our circle won’t be broken anymore.
Posted by Amos Kutz on January 15, 2019
God bless the family of br Herbert Gibson, I never knew or heard of this man. But after hearing br Tommy Bates sing the song "Clap Your Hands" and mentioning that this dear br Gibson wrote it, I wanted to find out about him. Our former church "Happy Valley Church" in Tennessee also sang it too. It just blesses me so very much. When a man by heavenly inspiration writes a song, only heaven will reveal how far and deep that will go to be a blessing and help to folks. Amos in Christiansburg, Va
Posted by Deana Perkins on March 21, 2017
My dad sure does talk highly of this man. I never got a chance to know him or hear his good preaching and singing
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My Life of the daughter

Shared by Paula Bowling on August 23, 2013

Well, The day I was born was the time my dad was called to preach. Me and my mom wasnt doing so good in the hospital, and they had give him no hope with us. he had 3 other children at home, he said the lord had been dealing with him to preach, but he just didnt do it. when the dr came out an told him there was no hope for me or mom, he left the hospital, went home and got on his knees and cried out to god...He told me he wept for hours, and prayed an ask god if he would spare us and spare mom to help him raise the kids he would preach the rest of his life for him...well, long story short,,,he went back to hospital and we had pulled out of it and was doing great, so on Nov, 2 1961 my dad started preaching, and preached until his death in 1988...I am so blessed to be called a preachers kid, an knowing that my dads prayers are why im here today. I dont no what god has in store for me or any of us as Kids and grandkids, but I sure know daddys prayers is what has brought us through....

The Story of Time

Shared by Errol Arnett on June 2, 2013

In my fondest memories I can remember my grandfather, a man of great respect and love. I often wonder just how many times he prayed for us grandchildren, not only as we grew but also for the future of our lives. And just what did he pray? Was it for peace, to follow Jesus and preach, to prosper, to love one another...? His prayers were between him and God. It seems that all his grandchildren have battled the devil and the tricks that he plays in our lives. We have run from God, only to find at the end of our run, when we are exhausted and out of road, Him standing there with open arms. Some of us were called into His ministries, but yet, no matter how much we try, the devil has kept us from our calling. Oh yes, I tell myself daily there is no excuse, but each day at the end I still haven't got my foot solid in the ground.
My grandfather was a great teacher, a loving papaw and I will soon see him. It’s important to understand just how soon one can be gone from this cruel world. If I had to write one thing I remember about my grandfather, it was his steadiness and solid faith through all his trials and troubles. No matter how much the pain, he never was shaken in the spirit.