Withered, crippled, he’s left all alone

Cold and shaking down to his bones

God is his only friend here lately

Memories of others are slowly fading

Day in and day out the same old thing

No one to talk with, no song to sing

Just him in the quiet, lights down low

Angels keep calling to carry him home

He tells them no, just one more day

His boys will come, or so they say

The bible he once held so very dear

Dusty and dirty, not read in a year

One young boy was visiting family

And saw the old man suffering

The boy picked up that special book

Starts to read as the old man looked

Such a tender scene is so very rare

The boy showed him that someone cared

The angels came back again that night

This time the old man put up no fight

No longer alone and no longer afraid,

He let go peacefully, joy he had regained