This is my very first "Then Sings My Soul" post! For this week, I'm going to use one of my very favorite old hymns. It Is Well by Horatio G. Spafford and Philip Bliss.
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 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, 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!
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.
When I was very young I would listen to the Adventures in Odyssey adaptation of the story behind this hymn over and over again. To this day it still astounds me that a man who lost so much could write such a powerful testament to the Lord's love and faithfulness. This is probably a reflection of my lack of faith, but it is such a powerful lesson for me.
I am deeply comforted to "let this blessed assurance control" when my life seems to be spinning completely off the tracks, and I know that I have no control of my own over a situation, God is not surprised by the circumstances that shock me and he is and always will be steadfast and faithful to protect and provide.