Daddy is getting ready to slip into heaven any time. When I was there a few days ago he was having a hard time breathing, before the nurse came in with his medications. So I sang his favorite song to him, holding his hand. As I sang It is Well With My Soul, Daddy squeezed my hand.
I want to share this song with you--the words are so beautiful. It was written by Philip P. Bliss in the mid-1800's. This man had just lost his entire family at sea. Philip Bliss knew terrible, unrelenting grief. Yet he penned these wonderful words:
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll
What ever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though 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, hast 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.
God bless you all. Please be praying for my family at this time.
UPDATE: Daddy flew away to heaven this evening. He took a piece of my heart with me.
2 comments:
Dear Beth, you and your family are in my prayers daily. Thank you for sharing the words to this song. I wish I could hear you sing it in person!
Beth - One of my favourite hymns too. May God grant you and your father His peace during this difficult time, and good friends to comfort and support you.
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