A check in perspective

My little sister is a great one for lifting spirits and encouraging others to have a more optimistic outlook on life. She knew I was having a bad day yesterday, so when I got into work this morning, the following poem, quoted in North and South, was awaiting me in my inbox. I particularly liked the third verse (as you can probably tell from the way it is bolded).

That doubt and trouble, fear and pain,
And anguish, all, are shadows vain,
That death itself shall not remain;

That weary deserts we may tread,
A dreary labyrinth may thread,
Through dark ways underground be led;

Yet, if we will one Guide obey,
The dreariest path, the darkest way
Shall issue out in heavenly day;

And we, on divers shores now cast,
Shall meet, our perilous voyage past,
All in our Fathers house at last!
- R.C Trench

Thanks Sushi!

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Would that be like the mark of Beauty (the opposite of 666) or the mark of half a beast? =P

Gotta get outta here!

The following are great lyrics (I think - but then again, all I want to do right now is escape it all):

I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so
You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You to be my escape

I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair

I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave

I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging You to be my escape

Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You

So were You...

~ Relient K