I sat behind a family in church this morning who buried their Dad this week. When we sang the song "It Is Well With My Soul" by Horatio G. Spafford, written in 1873 I could feel the pain emanating from their entire being.
LET IT OUT This week is Thanksgiving, the time when many families share not only a meal together, but themselves. For those enduring the fresh pain from losing a loved one, this week is another raw reminder for you. For those who did not recently lose a loved one, this week is another raw reminder for you of those who are no longer with us, and sorely missed. LET IT OUT Tears are a language that only God understands We're all on a journey We often say to God "Why did we stop here?" Have you ever done that as a kid on a road trip? What are we doing here? Why did we stop? God has a plan. Sometimes the stop is difficulty, and you say "What are you doing God?" God knows where you are...right now, right here. I wrote this for you, if you are reading this blog, then know it was not a coincidence, not a marketing ploy, know that you have been prayed for as you read the lyrics to the hymn, "It is well with my soul" and if no one is around take a moment to LET IT OUT. Sing these lyrics, cry them out, as loud as you want...God is listening. LET IT OUT 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. Refrain: 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 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, O my soul! For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live: If Jordan above me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul. But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal; Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord! Blessed hope, blessed rest of 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. I googled and found this version here and an a capella version.
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