I was reminded of the beauty of my Father yesterday + today and thought I'd share a song I simply cannot and will not get out of my head.

when peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
when sorrows like sea billows roll;
whatever my lot, You have taught me to say...
It is 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, oh my soul!

It is well, with my soul. Yes. It is well with my soul.

we sing, holy, holy, holy.
and we sing,
holy is your name... almost time....

and Lord, please 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.