By: Darrelyn L. Tutt
Ville Du Havre,
Queen of the sea.
Rich, aristocratic young family:
Horatio and Anna Spafford,
Four little blessings:
Anne, Maggie, Bessie, Tenetta.
Seven years old and under.
Collision of business and vacation;
Horatio held back.
Anna and daughters board ship.
Horatio will follow;
Complete business transaction.
December 1, 1873.
Horatio handling business.
Voyage to Anna.
Where wreckage hides;
Reaching for relief.
Pencil in pocket,
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.”
Tho’ Satan should buffet, tho’ trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for 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, oh, my soul!
And, Lord, haste the day when the 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”
We don’t see the greater plan,
The Holy hand,
We see in part,
Just a start ….
Of something more.
And sometimes …
Not at all.
God the Author,
There is solace ...
For the soul.
“From the end of the earth I will cry to You,
When my heart is overwhelmed;
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I."
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