It Is Well

It Is Well

A Poem by White Water

It is well with my soul

For my soul doth swell

With the story that sings such that songs cannot tell

From whence comes this call

From whose lips falling fell

These words not heard that I hear in my hell

So sits squandered the pondering of my empty shell

The air so heavenly that breathes only from heaven indwelled

Is disdaining the disdain that only God can quell

And revealing the hidden with its invisible spell

So rejoice my joy

For with my soul It Is Well!

© 2010 White Water


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Ian
It sounds like you try to do something but your not being recognized for it and your about to lose it from recent times. You just want to get your life back in the right track.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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White Water
White Water

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Born in New Orleans. Raised in the Shenandoah Valley. Heart is in Hawaii. I live to die, waiting impatiently for what comes after. In the meantime, I pursue the passions I cannot ignore and attempt to.. more..

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A Poem by White Water