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, with my soul,

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

One day my faith will be sight, and I will see the Lord. I long for that day.

Steve

P.S. The driveway is not in, yet. We’re waiting for the weather to cooperate and for the paving company. Ian’s equipment arrives on Friday anyway. Pray that he can come home on time. Pray that Ian wakes up.