Friday, October 19, 2007
the vanity of human wishes
Where then shall Hope and Fear their Objects find?
Must dull Suspence corrupt the stagnant Mind?
Must helpless Man, in Ignorance sedate,
Swim darkling down the Current of His fate?
Must no Dislike alarm, no Wishes rise,
No Cries attempt the Mercies of the Skies?
Enquirer, cease, Petitions yet remain,
Which Heav'n may hear, nor deem Religion vain.
Still raise for Good the supplicating Voice,
But leave to Heav'n the Measure and the Choice.
when i read this, it reminded of something that happened this week.
this poem says it all- how some just refuse to look on the bright side of life.
if the glasses of life you wear is made up of self-pity and melancholy,
i cannot imagine how dark your world is.
TURN YOUR EYES UPON JESUS
10:33 PM
