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.
My sin, O the bliss of this glorious tho't,
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,
Oh my soul! -H.G.Spafford
On this Easter, I am reminded that from the darkness comes light--from death comes life.