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.
        
         -  Theodore W. Brennan