Genrich, Russell William

Obituary.

Russell William Genrich, Eastwood Manor, Commerce Oklahoma, died Sunday, Oct 30, 1988, at the nursing home. Mr. Genrich was a retired carpenter and a World War II Navy veteran. There are no immediate survivors. Mr. Genrich was a poet and wanted to share the poems with people. He left these few poems to the cemetery: Poems by Russell W. Genrich, Written to, and for, Linda Garrett: To Linda I read your letter so nice to me I counted each word you said. Love like a plant that's not growing. Also faith that not growing is dead. Thanks, Linda, you were so good to me. I walked in like a tramp from the street. I met a girl that I'm Glad to know Who has knelt at the Master's feet. I know you'll never stop growing For you are never so tall As when you stop to help a stranger Who could have been ready to fall. You never asked what I wanted You asked what you could do for me. You gave me the time to tell you And you gave your time to see. There's One we'll never forget If we live ten thousand years. Words alone can never tell What has been told thru tears. Poem 40 My talents are so small to me They're what God gave me I know So I take the gift he gave to me And use it wherever I go Now if God had intended me to be famous Famous I would have been Everyone has a place in this life Mine, I pray, was chosen by Him I've done the best with what God gave me I'm glad for most of my life you know The things that I did that was not right Against His wishes I surely did go. So the talents He gave me were sufficient It wasn't Him that made my life hard It was letting old Satan say that is good Now you do this, that is the work of the Lord Poem 4 In writing there is no logic Writing does not make sense Only to the writer And to whom it's meant Poem 8 The cross is much like a dagger, The difference you hold in your hand; both designed to torture and kill; Both planned and made by man. Be sure you think of the purpose Be sure when you think of your part; If a cross in your hand you are holding And a dagger you hold in your heart