I Looked

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 lived for years-

I turned to see it broken down,
And brushed aside the tears.



Abandoned, Overgrown House

I looked upon my soul one day,
To find it too had grown
With thorns and nettles everywhere,
The seeds neglect had sown.



Hand over Brush
The years had passed while I had cared
For things of lesser worth:

The things of Heaven I let go
While minding things of earth.

To Christ I turned with bitter tears,
And cried, "O Lord, forgive!



Elderly woman sitting alone by open window

I haven't much time left for Thee,
not many years to live."

The wasted years forever gone,
The days I can't recall;


Christ Showing the Way

If I could live those days again,

I'd make Him Lord of all.

Theodore W. Brennan

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courtesy of all posters

Make Him Lord of Your Life
Mimi