"Seek the LORD while He may be found, call upon Him while He is near. Let the wicked forsake
his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let him return to the LORD, and He will have
mercy on him; and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon." (Isa. 55:6-7)
The following grand, old poem which has no title was written by Theodore W. Brennan.
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 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 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.