And am I born to die?
To lay this body down!
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierced by human thought
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot.
Soon as from earth I go
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe,
Must then my portion be!
Waked by the trumpet sound,
I from my grave shall rise;
And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies!
Sometimes we can be overcome by how horrible our lives can be. Likewise we can lose sight of the wonderful stuff that regularly happens. This refutes the former and is a reminder of the latter. (sorry, I'm just a big 'ol softy sometimes).
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