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.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
(Spafford)

We often suffer, but we are never crushed. Even when we don't know what to do,
we never give up. In times of trouble, God is with us, and when we are knocked
down, we get up again. We face death every day because of Jesus. Our bodies show what his death was like, so that his life can also be seen in us.
2 Corinthians 4:8-10

(CEV)

ihs,
pastoradam