High on a mountain top looking down below,
On my yesterdays and seeds I failed to sow.
Not at all what I hope to see, not at all,
My yesterdays are gone, none can I recall.
Seeds sown for they were ready to receive,
Souls needing to be shown how to believe.
Opportunities which God had given for me,
Looking elsewhere, missing them completely.
With good intentions, my sight let me down,
I saw the country as God pointed to town.
I'd ran ahead knowing His timing is best,
My patience got thin being put to a test.
Off the mountain now God with eyes on You,
Using Your gifts for all You have me do.
To share Your word, at any time, any place,
With anyone You send from this human race.
This poem won second place for the
July 2015 poetry contest