This is a poem by my Dad's mother, my Grandma Eichman, that Marshall read as part of the memorial service.
Lord, let me ever conscious be Of this realm of miracles in which I live Of Birth and Growth-- Of life and death And the Power Thy Grace does give May I take a moment on my way To stop, look, and admire Nature's wonders--Time's sojourn And the beauty of earth's attire. The budding trees--the falling leaves As seasons wax and wane. The generations come and go May they not live in vain. Lord, as I stop to view it all May I but bow my head And offer up a breath of Prayer With Thanks for Daily Bread.