IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL
IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL My soul was like a misty veil, covering glen and dale, wherein winds a twisty trail, to set a course, no avail. Oft set adrift without a sail, tempest tossed in a mighty gale, wave swept, rail-to-rail, rudder set with rusty nail. Wandering, not found, not lost, seeking, at... Sign in to see full entry.