It is well

This morning as I was driving to work, I switched my radio station over and they were playing my favorite hymn.  ( http://youtu.be/cv5V3bY6qlII ) I started singing along and found myself unable to continue.  My voice was quaking and tears started forming.  All I could think about was what a powerful hymn. 

The man who wrote this hymn did so while sailing to Europe around the spot where his 4 daughters were lost at sea.  Even though he was suffering a tremendous amount of grief, his focus wasn't completely on that.  He was writing about the overwhelming grief and pain he was feeling, but He focused on his salvation and Jesus' redemptive work on the cross and that final day when He (God) will triumphantly return and those who are in Him will be taken to be with Him forever. 

But the best part, He will wipe away our tears.  All our sorrows will be gone.  The pains will be gone.  The sickness will be gone.  The doubts/fears - gone.  Everything that has hurt us, everything that has grieved us - GONE!  And, we too shall sing victoriously, "IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL!"

"It Is Well With my Soul"
H. G. Spafford

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.

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.

Refrain

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!

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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! / Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

Refrain

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.