Martin sheen how can i keep from singing

When friends by shame are undefiled, How can I keep from singing? What though my joys and comforts die? The Lord my Savior liveth; What though the darkness gather round!

I lift mine eyes; the cloud grows thin; I see the blue above it; And day by day this pathway smoothes Since first I learned to love it: The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart, A fountain ever springing: All things are mine since I am His— How can I keep from singing? The whole situation in Burma— about the junta government violently crushing dissent. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account. You are commenting using your Twitter account.

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Skip to content. Share this: Twitter Facebook. What is the trait you most deplore in others? What is your most treasured possession? Someone gave it to me and said it had a healing property, so I give it to people who are ill or in hospital.

What do you most dislike about your appearance? That it seems to be sinking. Shares in The Way , which turned out to be the best movie I have done. What did you want to be when you were growing up? Golfer, priest, police officer, teacher and, after going to the movies, actor. What was your most embarrassing moment?

Most involve watching something I did that I thought was going to be really good and turned out to be embarrassing. What is top of your bucket list? It was captured in a book by Curtis Bill Pepper in I have written the screenplay and long to see it made. Who would play you in the film of your life? I would hope it would never get done. When asked how I would like to be remembered, I always say, for about five minutes. Which book changed your life?

The Brothers Karamazov. It was the final step that led me back to Catholicism, so it has become my favourite book and the one I recommend to anyone on a spiritual quest.

What do you owe your parents? My mother died when I was young. My father was my first hero and also the shyest man I knew. He was an immigrant, as was my mother. He is my moral frame of reference. To whom would you most like to say sorry, and why?