It is Well

A song that continues to resonate with me and comes to mind if I start to get anxious about things or look at Kale in amazement as he learns something new. It IS well.

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.

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, oh 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, it is well
through the storm, I am held.
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It is well, it is well
Christ has won, Christ prevailed.
It is well, it is well with my soul.