Lonely Cottage

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  “Among the few features of agricultural England which retain an appearance but little modified by the lapse of centuries, may be reckoned the high, grassy and furzy downs, coombs, or ewe-leases, as they are indifferently called, that fill a large area of certain counties in the south and south-west. If any mark of human occupation is met with hereon, it usually takes the form of the solitary cottage of some shepherd. Fifty years ago such a lonely cottage stood on such a down, and may possibly be standing there now. In spite of its loneliness, however, the spot, by actual measurement, was not more than five miles from a county-town. Yet that affected it little. Five miles of irregular upland, during the long inimical seasons, with their sleets, snows, rains, and mists, afford withdrawing space enough to isolate a Timon or a Nebuchadnezzar; much less, in fair weather, to please that less repellent tribe, the poets, philosophers, artists, and others who “conceive and meditate of ple...

"You've Wandered Long Enough" by Russell Kelfer


Somewhere along the journey
When life's hard times get tough,
A still, small voice but whispers,
“You've wandered long enough.”

God understands your “balanced life”
And honors all your zeal,
He knows you love to worship Him
And that your walk is real.

He's seen you in the dark of night
When no one is around,
He's heard you cry out in the night
When no one heard a sound.

He knows that on the surface
You daily bear your cross,
But also knows the compromise
When you might suffer loss.

He loves you; oh, He loves you;
Yet His analysis
Is, “Child, I love you so much...
There's more to life than this.”

“There is a deeper walk with Me
Let's just call Satan's bluff...
Go ahead and say to Me,
‘I've wandered long enough.'

“I want to enter Canaan's gates
With all its plains and lakes,
I want whate'er you have for me;
Oh, God whate'er it takes!

Lead me to that promised land
And may I ne'er return
Give me all there is of Christ
Oh, for that life I yearn!

I've wandered long enough, dear, Lord
I want whate'er I lack,
Whate'er it takes, take Me I pray
And I will ne'er turn back.

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