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It is well with my soul!
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Jul 4, 2009 5:26 am
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I went into chat today and met some Australians that I hadn't had the priviledge of meeting before. When I was there I was listening to one of my favorite songs .. It is well with my soul. I began to "sing" it in the chat room it was then that
Sarky asked me if I knew the story behind the song.I had to admit that I didn't!
I listened intently as he explained to me the story behind it, I would like to share that with you incase you dont know of its meaning! The song was penned by a man called Horatio Spafford. Spafford lost a son in 1871 and shortly after he lost everything in the Great Chicago fire. I can only imagine the pain that the family was going through at that time. Spafford was a lawyer and had planned in 1873 a trip to go to Europe. Spafford sent his family ahead of him because he was wrapped up in zoning laws concerning the Great fire. The ship that his family was on became the source of another tragedy, after a collision the ship sank and he lost his four daughters only his wife was spared. While rushing to his grieving wife as he passed by the place where his daughters had met their deaths he penned these words...
It Is Well With My Soul
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, 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!
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 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.
Horatio Spafford
I always felt the power behind the song, but now I know its history I am not ashamed to say that it reduced me to tears. How many times have I complained of trials that life brings, compared to this and seeing the faith of this man I am greatly ashamed for my "pity parties!!" The words that struck me where these:
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more
My sin is nailed to the cross, it wasn't superglued there but Nailed.. although I stood condemned to death the Lord took my place. I went into chat today but can assure you I left a different person. I am humbled by the faith of this man and his personal testimony. I am convicted for the fact my savior was nailed to that cross, condemned for me.
Both these men had an advocacy role
ad⋅vo⋅ca⋅cy /ˈædvəkəsi/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [ad-vuh-kuh-see]
noun, plural -cies. the act of pleading for, supporting, or recommending.
Lord may I always see the wonder of the cross and strive to be more like men like Horatio, to have that faith, to praise instead of becoming bitter.WOW!
It is well .. with My Soul!
Blessings,
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