It Is WellA Poem by White WaterIt 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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1 Review Added on January 19, 2010 Last Updated on January 19, 2010 AuthorWhite WaterAboutBorn 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..Writing
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