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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.

Thank you, Miss Marple. It is truly a blessing to read that. I was feeling somewhat sentimental yesterday and just opened my bible and began to read.

What a comfort it is to know that we are not alone, but that everytime we feel small and insignificant with everything that is going on around us; we can look up (as I did yesterday) and know we are being sustained and comforted by the God of the universe.

Oh, thank you, Lord, that I know you. That I truly know you. And thank you that President Bush knows you too.

The rest of the story: This song was written by Horatio Spafford of Chicago in 1873. Spafford had invested in real estate in the Chicago area just before the great fire of 1871, and lost heavily from the fire. Just before that he had experienced the death of his son. After so much sadness he felt his family needed a rest and he arranged a trip to Europe. Last minute business came up and he sent his wife and four daughters ahead on the S.S. Ville du Havre. He expected to follow in a few days.

On Nov. 2, the ship was struck by the Lochearn nnd sank in twelve minutes. Several days later the survivors landed in Wales, and Mrs. Spafford cabled her husband, "Saved alone." Shortly after Spafford sailed to join his wife. Near the area where he thought his four daughters had drowned, Spafford penned the text of this song. "When sorrows like sea billows roll...It is amazing that one could experience so many personal tragedies and still be able to say with such convincing clarity, "It is well with my soul." A lesson for us all.

Eric belongs to all of us as we pray for his safety and for God to continue to give him "peace like a river."