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  • Sometimes we wonder what those we love are thinking as they lay in bed waiting to enter heaven with their eyes closed and unable to talk with the family members gathered around. I stayed with a client of mine when he slipped into a coma shortly before he died. I was working as a case manager for a geriatric mental health clinic at the time. After he passed away, I sat down that night and wrote this poem. I really believe that the elderly that are laying in silence, awaiting there trip home, are still thinking and talking to God, and can hear those around them. We can't forget that they can still hear before the end.

    My Knees Are Worn Down

    ~ by Earl D Waggoner, Jr

    My knees are worn down

    From the prayers that I've said

    A worn piece of carpet

    Here by my old bed


  • The mirror on my dresser

    Settled and unclear

    I guess from the tears

    It's seen from my fear


  • The patter of grandchildren

    Whispers of my kids

    Smells of fresh gravy

    The clatter of lids


  • Things that I did

    In my youth are so clear

    Yesterday's memories

    Lost as I hear


  • I open my eyes

    See only dark gray

    To see what they look like

    Hear what they say


  • The wish of an old man

    Wasted and worn

    Wishing sometimes

    I'd never been born


  • The carpet's all worn

    My sight is a blur

    My hearing's all gone

    My knees are both sore


  • My only friend, Jesus

    The angels He sends

    To hold this old hand

    And take me to friends


  • Ones that have gone

    That I miss more than life

    To be free in the heavens

    Free from pain and from strife


  • Then thoughts of my friend

    Jesus Christ is his name

    Comes to my heart

    My mind and the same


  • Feeling of warmth

    I've felt when I pray

    Comes over this body

    Pain goes away


  • I asked Him to come

    In my life long ago

    When life wasn't kind

    And I was so low


  • He stuck by my side

    Ever since that sweet day

    Through the tears and the laughter

    And now that I'm gray


  • I have faith that He'll take me

    With Him up above

    No more pain will I feel

    No more lacking of love


  • Take me home, sweet Jesus

    From this old rotted bed

    My knees are worn down

    From the prayers that I've said


  • The carpet's all worn

    My sight is a blur

    My hearing's all gone

    My knees are both sore


  • My only friend, Jesus

    Is here by my side

    To hold this old hand

    And take me for a ride


  • To the heavens I'll go

    To see ones that I've loved

    That I've missed more than life

    To my home up above


  • To be free in the heavens

    Free from pain and from strife

    Take me home, sweet Jesus

    End this old body's life

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Bless you, Bro. Earl and bless the One that inspired you to write this. Of all the wonderful things that are about this life, the most wonderful is knowing that Jesus loves me this I know. He loved enough to give His life. He will carry us all through to the very end and safely and gently take us home.

God bless you Earl, and just as Roy said, God bless the person who inspired this moving poem.

Thank you, Hamm, for commenting. It brought me back here to read the poem again. It is really a blessing. I was with my dad when he passed on into glory. He just took a quick breath and he was gone. I was very still and prayerful as I realized that there were really angels in the room and that our Lord was probably there as well. It was a breathless experience. I really believe He was there even though I know He is with us always. Praise our Lord.

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