Lord of All!

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 cared for the things of lesser worth:
The things of Heaven I let go when 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

II Chronicles 2:29

My sons, be not now negligent: for the LORD hath chosen you to stand before him, to serve him, and that ye should minister unto him...