There's nothing quite so grand as hiking,
to some secluded, green and grassy knoll;
where views show unobstructed beauty,
then I can say it's well, within my soul.
When I've reached the summit of success,
and I've realized the treasured goal;
then I can bask, in quiet satisfaction,
for it's well, so very well, within my soul.
When I ask myself the haunting question,
who it is, for whom the bell does toll;
I recall the captain of salvation,
and I can say, it's well, within my soul.
When I know, that without Him, I am lost,
when I'm aware, it's Him, that makes me whole;
then there's that peace that passes understanding,
and it is well, so very well, within my soul.
When I see waves, that kiss the fertile shore,
white-tipped water, on its merry roll;
then I have seen, a view of heaven's glory.
and all is well, so very well, within my soul.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
There's nothing quite so grand as hiking,
to some secluded, green and grassy knoll;
where views show unobstructed beauty,
then I can say it's well, within my soul.
When I've reached the summit of success,
and I've realized the treasured goal;
then I can bask, in quiet satisfaction,
for it's well, so very well, within my soul.
When I ask myself the haunting question,
who it is, for whom the bell does toll;
I recall the captain of salvation,
and I can say, it's well, within my soul.
When I know, that without Him, I am lost,
when I'm aware, it's Him, that makes me whole;
then there's that peace that passes understanding,
and it is well, so very well, within my soul.
When I see waves, that kiss the fertile shore,
white-tipped water, on its merry roll;
then I have seen, a view of heaven's glory.
and all is well, so very well, within my soul.
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