When peace like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roar
Whatever my lot, thou has taught me to say
It is well, it is well in my soul.
I need to write this down. I need to remember this night.
This is the night where I walked through the valley of shadow of death, and I was scared shitless. But I'm not lost and I'm never letting go of His hand.
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