It is well.
With my soul.
The grief.
The agony.
The surrender.
The peace.
The hope.
In such a profound, historic phrase.
That speaks so much into the unspeakable places of the shattered spirit.
It is well,
It is well,
It is well,
with my soul.
It is well, with my soul.
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