Today is Sunday. I spoke in church today - a hard sermon to deliver, not because of the content - but because of where I feel my heart is at. I am so glad that God understands all this!
After the service, I talked with a few friends, wept with some. And then one of my dear young friends came up and slipped me a card along with a hug...
Inside the card were words that blessed my soul. She had given me a "gift" for whenever I felt the time was right.... It was the words to the song, It is Well with my soul.
I have to be honest... I am not sure the time is right YET...
I have sung this song at funerals, and in church services. My daughter Ashley sang it at my father in law's funeral too, just a couple years ago.
The words are profound. The story behind the words is moving beyond belief!
And here I sit, the tune running through my mind, but I am not sure if the time is right... I am not sure I can say yet, that IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL...
Lord, please continue to carry me through this process.
None the less, as I said, the words are indeed profound and moving... here they are, may they bless your soul!
IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
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,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it 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.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
- Words by Horatio G. Spafford, 1873
- Music by Philip P. Bliss, 1876
The words to 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. 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, he was inspired to write these words.
Bliss originally named the tune "Ville de Havre" after the ship on which Spafford's four girls perished, the SS Ville de Havre. Ironically, Bliss himself died in a tragic train wreck shortly after writing this music.
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