I miss my daughter.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
"It is well, it is well with my soul."
It is well It is well
With my soul With my soul
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul
My sin, o, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O 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.
4 comments:
I'm sorry, Molly. Praying for you so hard tonight!
hey Molly,
I just want you to know that I pray for your day to be one of the better ones whenever I see you at school. I am amazed to see you there smiling and saying "hi" to people. victory
-haley
Do you know the back story to this song? I bet you do.
If not: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_Is_Well_With_My_Soul
Praying, praying for your heart so much. "The Lord, your God, is *with* you.."
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