On my hands and on my face.
Erect no longer is my walk
And slower is my pace.
But there is no fear within my heart
Because I'm growing old,
I only wish I had more time
To further serve my Lord.
When I've gone to Him in prayer
He has brought me inner peace,
And soon my cares and worries
And all other troubles cease.
He has blessed me in so many ways,
He has never let me down.
Why should I fear the future
When I soon may touch His crown?
Though I know down here my time is short
There is endless time up there,
And He will forgive and keep me
forever in His loving care.
May I not waste an hour
That's left to glorify His name
Of the One who died, that we may live,
and for our sins took all the blame.
Coach John R. Wooden 1910-2010
Poem written May 2003
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Coach Wooden was a "class act". He taught his students/players how to live as much as he taught them how to play. "We learned all about those aspects of life that most kids want to skip over. He wouldn't let us do that." (Kareem Abdul-Jabbar)
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