A little more poetic

To sinful patterns of behaviour that never get confronted or and changed,
Abilities and gifts the never get cultivated and deployed-
Until weeks become months
And months turn into years
And one day you're looking back on a life of
Deep intimate gut wrenchingly honest conversations you never had;
Great bold prayers you never prayed,
Exhilarating risks you never took,
Sacrificial gifts you never offered,
Lives you never touched,
And you're sitting in a recliner with a shriveled soul.
And forgotten dreams,
And you realise there was a world of desperate need,
And a great God calling you to be part of something bigger than yourself -
You see the person you could have become but did not;
You never followed your calling.
You never got out of the boat.

Let us not be those who never risk but those who are the first to climb over the side.