I looked upon a farm one day,
That once I used to own;
The barn had fallen to the ground
The fields were overgrown
The house in which my children grew,
Where we had lived for years--
I turned to see it broken down,
And brushed aside the tears.
I looked upon my soul one day,
To find it too, had grown
With thorns and thistles everywhere
The seeds neglect had sown.
The years had passed while I had cared
For things of lesser worth;
The things of heaven I let go
While minding things on earth.
To Christ I turned with bitter tears,
And cried, "O Lord, forgive!
I haven't much time left for Thee,
Not many years to live."
The wasted years forever gone,
The days I can't recall;
If I could live those days again,
I'd make him Lord of all.
- Unknown -
