I will lift up mine eyes unto the Hills

When sick of life and all the World-
How sick of all desire but Thee!-
I lift mine eyes up to the hills,
Eyes of my heart that see,
I see beyond all death and ills
Refreshing green for heart and eyes,
The golden streets and gateways pearled,
The trees of Paradise.

“There is a time for all things,” saith
The Word of Truth, Thyself the Word;
And many things Thou reasonest of:
A time of hope deferred,
But time is now for grief and fears;
A time for life, but now is death;
Oh, when shall be the time of love
When Thou shalt wipe our tears?

Then the new Heavens and Earth shall be
Where righteousness shall dwell indeed;
There shall be no more blight, nor need,
Nor barrier of the sea;
No sun and moon alternating,
For God shall be the Light thereof;
No sorrow more, no death, no sting,
For God Who reigns is Love.
-Christina Rossetti, c.1849

Would you rather 1.) Dance in the Rain? 2.) Ride on the Train? or 3.) Feel no Pain?

This is the question Mike just asked in his blog. I was thinking that probably everybody thinks I’m nuts for my answer. I personally can’t fathom having any other answer, if I’m really honest with myself. Feel no pain? Yes, please.