It Is Well With My Soul When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll,Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me
Category: Submissions
Troubles That Never Came
Troubles That Never Came The bridges that I’ve often crossed Before they came in sight, have been of many, many kinds;been grey, or black, or white. I fancied
Peace
Peace Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is