Apathy | Atrophy | Backsliding | Change | Discipleship | Neglect | Poetry

WASTED YEAR
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 nettles everywhere/the seeds of 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 of earth.
To Christ I turned with bitter tears and cried,
“O Lord, forgive!”
I have not 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…