It is Well

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,  

It is well, it is well with my soul.

And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;

The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,

Even so, it is well with my soul.

Through the eyes of a storyteller…

 

Pictures from the Bay of Bengal in Ongole, India.