30 Days of Praise Day 28 It is Well with My Soul

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.

It is well, With my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well, With my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

It is well, With my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

It is well, With my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.

It is well, With my soul,
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.

It is well, With my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Horatio Spafford

30 Days of Praise Day 27 Psalm 103:1-5

Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits—who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

Psalm 103 is in my top 5 favorite Psalms. It speaks to my life in such a powerful way. I am a living example of God healing my diseases and redeeming my life from the pit.

When I think of this verse, I have such an amazing picture in my mind. Me, struggling in the pit and filth of my own sin: hopeless, lost and dying. When I look around and realize I've been eating with the pigs and squandering my inheritance, all it takes is one simple cry of repentance, and there He is.

Jesus, in all of his glorious majesty, His brilliant glory, reaching down into my smelly, stinking mess of a life and pulling me out.

Not only does He pull me out, but showers me clean with the water of His Word and clothes me with robes of righteousness. To top it all of He gives me a crown to wear-ME: prideful, short-tempered, critical, and sinful. He brings me to his table where I eat of His food, where all my carnal cravings for worldly treats are satisfied with the abundance of His blessing.

So there I am: clean-my sins washed away for all eternity, clothed-my filthy rags disintegrated in the radiance of His glory, replaced with pure robes, crowned-able to show love and compassion to others because I was shown by the ultimate example, satisfied-with real "food", not with imitations or the sugary sweets the world has to offer and finally, renewed-my heart freed from the shackles of sin to soar as high as the eagles.

Truly, my soul does praise you, Lord.