H. Glen Ward

Henry Glen Ward, Jr., 80 of Orlando, Florida passed away on Friday, May 2, 2025. He was born on March 27, 1945 in Kissimmee, FL to Henry Glen Ward and Nettie A. Ward. A lifelong Florida Resident, Henry proudly served in the United States Navy. After leaving the military, Henry became a cosmetologist for 55 years. He served on the Board of Cosmetology for many years.

Henry taught art classes for 15 plus years for the Maitland Arts Center and Crealde School of Art Main Campus. He was the author of many art books as well. The passions of Henry’s life was sharing art with others, fishing with his family and being a great provider.

Henry was a longtime Boy Scout leader and qualified for OA Visual.

Henry was married to the love of his life, Patricia Berger for over 30 years prior to her passing in 2012.

Henry is survived by sons, Jeffrey Dwayne Ward and Robert Adam Ward; daughter, Heather Ward Hedler; brothers, William Ward and Ralph Ward; grandchildren, Naomi Lena Hedler, Liara Jade Hedler, Jonathan Anthony Reed, Wesley Kyle Ward, Austin Tyler Ward and Jeffery Dwayne Ward, Jr; step granddaughter, Gabriela Marie Cook; and his great grandchildren: Wesley Carter Ward, Xander Reese Ward and Blakely Ward.

A Celebration of Henry’s life will be held at the City Arts, 39 S. Magnolia Ave., Orlando, FL 32801 on Saturday, May 31, 2025 between 11:00 AM and 2:00 PM.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made in Henry’s name to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, any art school or to any organ donation facility.

If you have any memories that you would like to share with the family, please place these in the guest book below for the family to cherish.

God's Symphony 

by Glen Ward

© 1999

In early morning's stillness, before the bright sun glares,

Angel voices find us, with softest reverent prayers.

They sing of God's great glory, which He so freely gives.

And carol of His great praises, and things each day we live.

They come from great creations he's given us to be,

The smallest of his presences, the things you might not see.

They call us from the tree tops, from the lapping waters edge,

And hail us from the meadows, where the trickling rivers tread.

They whisper in the mist against the softest velvet rose,

And sing like little morning doves in freshly fallen snows.

They laugh with all the violets, which greet the mornings light,

And flutter like a butterfly who's stretched her wings in flight.

It's the whistle of the wind through colored leaves in graceful soar,

The cheer from all the daffodils that dance the meadows floor,

The song of happy mockingbirds with harmony in G,

The whisper of the waters breath that rushes to the sea,

The singing of the honey bees who kiss the morning dew,

The call of lonely whippoorwill, when last the day is through.

Sir Frog leaps forth on podiums pad to give us nature's beat,

And starts the waltz of Sunfish Bream that play at cattails feet.

The fireflies dance to crickets jig, just like a county fair,

And twinkles with a gleam so big it brightens up the air.

Till spiders net the morning mist that sparkles all like diamonds,

And Dragon flies patrol the skies and eagles soar the highlands.

That's God's Symphony, He wrote for all to hear.

To wash out all the heartache and dry out every tear.

That's God's Symphony, He gave it just to me,

To set my soul in comfort, and let my spirit free.

That's God's Symphony He'll give to those who'll share,

The early morning witness to an Angels reverent prayer.