It Is Well With My Soul by Bob Carlisle
Oh, my life is filled with white-hot anxiety
Though I think I wear it very well
I still worry 'bout what people might think of me
If they ever saw me past my outer shell
Believe me, I know how to worry
I've chewed my fingernails to the bone
Oh, I've got my share of problems
Still it is well with my soul
Sometimes I wrestle with my conscience
Still it is well with my soul
Lord, I think about all that you've done for me
Lord, I think about it all the time
But sometimes a ghost from the past starts really haunting me
Stickin' those awful feelings in my mind
Believe me, I won't let it get to me, no
I ain't walkin' down that old, dark road
Oh, I've got my share of problems
Still it is well with my soul
Don't always know just how to solve them
Still it is well with my soul
Since I've been given true forgiveness
And it is well with my soul
I'll be about my father's business
And it is well with my soul
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