September 02, 2005

Katrina

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.






4 comments:

Evelyn said...

So, this post took me for frickin' ever and the formatting still isn't right... but I'm giving up so you'll have to forgive me.

That and all the pictures came from the Associated Press, and the hymn is by Horatio something or other...

richmanwisco said...

Wonderful job, and a very good blog. I'm going to link this in mine, and I hope you can check mine out. Blogs like these need to be publicized. Great writing. Good luck in Alabama.

Shannon said...

I can't explain how great that was - i was thinking it - and you just put it right down in words - well horatio smething or other did... but its great

Love ya hun

Nicholas said...

The words and pictures...absolutely perfect to describe the effects.