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O perfect love,all human tho't transcending,

Lowly we kneel in pray'r before Thy throne,

That theirs may be the love which knows no ending,

Whom Thou for evermore dost join in one.

O perfect Life, be Thou their full assurance,

Of tender charity and steadfast faith.

Of patient hope, and quiet brave endurance,

With childlike trust that fears nor pain, nor death.

-Blomfield

LoneSheep

This was a piece I wrote years ago when reflecting on my depression. At the time, I wasn't depressed anymore but I was still remembering vividly the dark state I was in.

It was the most read thing on my MySpace blog, and I think I was getting like 3000 views a day after I wrote it. I never gave it a title.

Thanks be to Jesus Christ my savior that I am here today to make posts and love others!

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LoneSheep

Dear Connection Friend,

For the past month, 33 gold miners in Chile have been trapped 700 meters underground after a cave-in blocked their way out. Rescue attempts have so far failed, but this week a video transmission from inside the mine showed most of them were in good spirits. However, they haven't yet been told that it may take three to four months to get them out.

Before you met Jesus Christ, your situation was just like those miners—buried under a load of sin,...

LoneSheep

I know some people don't like Christian music, but it really does give you a constant reminder of how the Lord works in our lives.

These days (the new man) I listen to bands like Casting Crowns, Barlow Girls, Skillet, etc.

Before I came back to Christ, the old man used to listen to heavy metal. I have never really discussed this before on CF, but as part of my testimony, I would like to list some of the old music I was interested in.

I actually put all my...

LoneSheep

A man's life is laid in a loom of time
To a pattern he does not see.
While the Weaver works and the shuttles fly
Till the end of eternity.

Some shuttles are filled with silver thread,
And some with threads of gold;
While often but the darker hue
Is all that they may hold.
But the weaver watches with skilful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom works sure and slow. ...

LoneSheep