I'm exhausted - the pain has been keeping me awake at night. This is going on Day 3 now.
It was written by Horatio Spafford in 1873. First his son died of Scarlet Fever, then the Great Fire of Chicago ruined him financially (he'd been a successful business man). Finally his wife and 4 children were in a boat accident and all 4 children died. As he sailed past the place where his children died, he wrote these words:
When peace like a river, attendeth my way. When sorrows like sea billows roll. Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to know, it is well, it is well with my soul.
It's strange, but whenever I'm in bed and really miserable, this song always runs on repeat in my brain. It's like a meditation that keeps me grounded.
Here is the rest of the song: