4.21.2005

It Is Well...




Life is tough right now.
It is well with my soul.
My marriage is over.
It is well with my soul.
My family has been torn asunder.
It is well with my soul.
My heart has been broken.
It is well with my soul.
I miss my daughter.
It is well with my soul.
My friendships are strained.
It is well with my soul.
I find it difficult to trust.
It is well with my soul.
I find it difficult to love like Christ.
It is well with my soul.
I have been betrayed by my roommates.
It is well with my soul.
I cannot hear or feel God in this desert I have made.
It is well with my soul.
I hate this sinful flesh I live in.
It is well with my soul.
I cannot do right as hard as I try.
It is well with my soul.
It is not well with my soul.
Even so, it is well with my soul.

When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrow like sea billows roll.
Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul

My sin oh the bliss of this glorious thought.
My sin not in part but the whole
Are nailed to that cross and I'll bear them no more
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, O my soul

It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith
shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll.
The trump shall resound, and the Lord
shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul

2 Comments:

At Thursday, April 21, 2005 10:53:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just remember, these are the moments and the experiences when true and deep and real character is formed. Character is not formed for some time in the distant or even near future but for the present, the here and the now.

--Not Black

 
At Friday, April 22, 2005 1:45:00 PM, Blogger Jenny Veleke said...

A little history lesson for you...I copied this from www.cyberhymnal.com. Maybe seeing this hymn in the context it was written in will help to comfort you when you think comfort cannot be possible: "This hymn was writ­ten af­ter two ma­jor trau­mas in Spaf­ford’s life. The first was the great Chi­ca­go Fire of Oc­to­ber 1871, which ru­ined him fi­nan­cial­ly (he had been a weal­thy bus­i­ness­man). Short­ly af­ter, while cross­ing the At­lan­tic, all four of Spaf­ford’s daugh­ters died in a col­li­sion with an­o­ther ship. Spaf­ford’s wife Anna sur­vived and sent him the now fa­mous tel­e­gram, “Saved alone.” Sev­er­al weeks lat­er, as Spaf­ford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daugh­ters died, the Ho­ly Spir­it in­spired these words. They speak to the eter­nal hope that all be­liev­ers have, no mat­ter what pain and grief be­fall them on earth."

 

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