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BerianAardvark -> RE: Question (6/12/2008 1:40:54 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Ash657
Alright i'm new to this,
but i have a question...
whats the point of life??
is it to have fun, follow your heart, live the best possible life???
I tried living my life "having fun, following my heart, and living the best possible" for about 20 years, it was (looking back on it) the most miserable time of my life.
When we live that way the biggest, most important thing in our life is ourselves...and any satisfaction we get generally lasts only until we see something else we want, and frequently that satisfaction is mixed with an empty, hollow feeling, and even the feeling of having been used and somehow dirty.
The only good thing that came out of that period of my life was a poem I wrote after I came to my senses. At risk of censure for posting it outside of the proper area I cite it now:
Testimony
To You, who can restore even
The years the locust have devoured,
I offer up those empty years, so full of me,
The freedoms that left me enslaved by
Indulgences that promised to hurt no one,
Yet wounded still, leaving scars upon my soul
And those of all who dared to love me.
These things, once so bright and pride filled,
I offer up to You now for Your glory
In recognition of the debt I owe You
Both as my Creator and my Savior
Ransomed from my self forged chains
By Your Grace, Your Love, Your Blood.
I revel now in the freedom of your service.
How relentless is your grace, my God,
That even in my darkest despair and
Deepest, most helpless dissipation,
In your unfathomable love and mercy
You still gently whisper to my soul,
Here lies forgiveness, healing. Come.
How boundless is your power, oh my Lord.
Effortlessly speaking worlds into being.
Restrained only by your wondrous mercy
From crushing me in my rebellion.
Calling always to your service, even me
With nothing but my broken self to give.
How amazing is your compassion
To ease the deferred agony
The cost of past transgressions
As you soften my pride hardened heart
Your arms encompass with reassurance
Of your eternal, unearned love.
Oh the joyous realization, that
With complete, detailed foreknowledge
Of the length and breadth and depth of my
Rebellion and my failures, even so you
Willingly shed your blood
Redeeming my soul and atoning for my sins.
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