Playing with purpose

Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.

Thanksgiving Day Twelve

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.

Refrain:
It is well,
It is well
With my soul,
with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul,
My soul
It is well with my soul
I am free and made whole
It is well, it is well with my soul.

(Adapted from Horatio G. Spafford, 1873 lyrics; Philip Bliss, 1876 melody)

In my heart all day long. I am grateful and filled with thanksgiving!

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