By Ken Blue
Loneliness enshrouds me, as I sit all alone.
I’m one of the forgotten, in what’s called a rest home.
There are others around me in this den of gloom.
It’s called a rest home where the living are entomb.
We never receive a card, a pictures, or flowers.
A television plays to while away the hours.
It’s a bedpan, a bath, and pills to make us sleep.
We turn to the wall so no one will see us weep.
Every day’s the same, with no family or friends.
We are the forgotten ones, waiting for the end.
Jesus calls you to visit in their rest home den.
Take a card or flowers, and listen as a friend.
You are the sunshine, for those who are alone.
Pray for the forgotten, confined to a rest home.
Pastor Ken Blue was born in Boswell, Ark. In 1955 he accepted Christ as his Savior. He and his wife Joyce were married in 1955. They have 5 children. He graduated from Midwestern Baptist Bible College in 1969 and started the Open Door Baptist Church in Lynnwood, Wa. where he pastored for 39 years. Because of health issues (ALS) he was forced to resign as pastor. It is his desire to continue to be used of God to help pastors and believers through this ministry.
You have said it all, and so well!
THANK YOU LYNNE
WE LOVE YOU ALL
Hi pastor Blue,
Thank you for reminding us to be sensitive to those that society at large forgets.
somebody got some gravy? I’m about to eat this up, it’s so good!
As one who has worked in long-term care, I can relate to the truth of this. A lot of family CEO visits…You know, the “Christmas-Easter-Only” family members. Kind of like the Church in a way…
Thanks Pastor Blue for the good reminder!
Thanks, Chuck
That is so true pastor blue. I feel that the nursing home ministry is one of the most important ways that we can serve God. Thaks for your continued service, and desire to teach us!
God bless you my brother
Pastor, this poem says it all. How easy it is for good people to “forget” the “forgotten”. Thank you for reminding all of us about those who have been left alone, abandoned, put away and forgotten.
I want you to know that I have printed this out for our friend, Brother Don O’Brian. Brother Don has not forgotten those in nursing homes. He preaches to them on Sundays and visits them during the week, here in Moses Lake.