Wednesday, April 12, 2006

It is Well With My Soul

On the wkd, I bought myself a new cd......a cd of old hymns, songs to sooth your soul. One that keeps calling to me; It is Well with my Soul.
I seem to always revert back to this song, when troubled, when filled with sorrow.
It was 17 years ago, that I met a guy who changed my life. I didn't know him long, but he made a great impact on my life. That was his favorite song.
He made us sing it every day, we learned all the verses, all the words...we sang it over and over, it was his gift to us, that song. We knew to speed up when we sang of the Heaven part....because going to Heaven is exciting, and we were not to sing it slowly. He taught me so much more. He loved God, with his whole heart. He was not worried of his future, God held it for him. I rarely meet people like him. He taught me to LOVE Dr.Pepper.

We toured together on a music team, and every night he shared his testimony. He used to say, that we'd better be ready to die, that we didn't know how long we had, and that we needed to make sure our house was in order. Do not leave regrets.....and he lived it.
A week before our tour was over, Tim was killed in an accident. I'd never lost anyone before.
Last night as I was listening to this cd, to that song, I was compelled to look for some proof of his life, some big article of who he was......I enlisted the help of my brother, and we search online, for quite a while....and at the end, it came down to one single line in some archives......

"Timothy Glenn Gilchrest d. Aug 1989 M"

Inappropriate, for the difference that he had made in so many lives.

And yet, I am amazed how God can intertwine the lives of people from all over the world, for His purpose, and teach us all so much from each other.

It is Well With My Soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

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.


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!


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.

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