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As we marry the children and grandchildren of the Baby Boomer Generation, we have found that our generation is different. We, their parents and grandparents, were raised to go for the gold. We spent our life working hard and playing hard as we climbed up the ladder of life. In doing so, we have become the "Me Generation".
As we celebrate the end of our lives, we want our funerals to reflect "Me". Lifetime Ministry will treat funerals like we do weddings, the services are personal and will be written on keepsake paper. When was the last time a minister, priest, or rabbi, gave you a copy of your loved one's service? Never... Why? Is it too much work? It took too much time to write? Maybe no one thought about what it would mean to your loved ones...
We will tailor your service to celebrate you. We want your family and friends to have a part in celebrating you. Here are some examples of prayers that have been used to personalize services:
What Is It All?
What is it all when all is told, this ceaseless toiling for fame and gold.
The fleeting joy or bitter tears? We are only here a few short years.
Nothing our own but the silent past. Loving or hating, nothing can last.
Each pathway leads to the silent fold. Oh! What is it all when all is told?
What is it all? A grassy mound, Where day or night there is never a sound, save the soft low mourn of the passing breeze, as it lovingly rushes through the silent trees.
Or a thoughful friend with whispered prayer, may sometimes break the stillness there, then hurry away from the gloom and cold.
Oh! What is it all when all is told? What is it all? Just passing through.
A Verse for the Queen Mum
Text of the poem in the program for Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother's funeral
You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, or you can do what she'd want: Smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
Let Me Give
I do not know how long I'll live but while I live, Lord, let me give some comfort to someone in need by smile or nod, kind word or deed.
And let me do whatever I can to ease things for my follow man.
I want naught but to do my part to lift a tired or weary heart.
To change folks' frowns to smiles again, then I will not have lived in vain.
And I'll not care how long I'll live if I can give, and give and give.
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