beautiful disaster

(referring to the post below)

Emode's pretty accurate except that i really suck at writing poetry (but i'm getting better with practice...i hope) and i don't mind too much work. The weird thing about me is that I have to have some responsibilities to feel like i belong somewhere, and I don't totally freak out when I get too much work...I think (though others may beg to differ). In fact, sometimes I think it's the laid-back attitude I have towards being a prefect that makes Ms. Bong wonder why she allowed me to be in the Comm.

But, hey, poet. Cool.

jac was here with you 10/17/2003 02:02:00 pm

My Destiny
Psalm 46 (NASB)
God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change
And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;
Though its waters roar and foam,
Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride.

There is river whose streams make glad the city of God,
The holy dwelling places of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.
The nations made an uproar, the kingdoms tottered;
He raised His voice, the earth melted.
The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold.

Come, behold the works of the Lord,
Who has wrought desolations in the earth.
He makes wars to cease to the end of the earth;
He breaks the bow and cuts the spear in two;
He burns the chariots with fire.
"Cease striving and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold.