The Duet

Only once that I can ever recall have I sang a duet with my brother.  He has a heavenly baritone voice and I love listening to him sing.  Once we sang together the song, "It Is Well."

We did not have a big audience that day, or at least a big audience that we could see.  In fact, there was only one other person in the room.  

It wasn't in a church, but I know it was a very holy place.  I am convinced that many angels were in attendance as we sang on that occasion.

You see, we sang the song to my mother in her bedroom on the day she died.

I was acutely aware at the time that what we were doing, which was totally spontaneous, was very special, very holy and totally led by the Lord.  My brother's voice was strong, deep and beautiful.  It exuded a sense of strength and faith and hope.  I cannot tell you what my voice was like.  I more felt the notes through every pore of my being rather than sang them with my throat.

To this day, and it has been sixteen years today, I still struggle with tears when I hear this song.  It immediately takes me back to that day, that moment when my brother and I gave our mother a final farewell in the very best way we could.

1. 
   
   It Is Well
   Horatio Spafford
   
   
   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, it is well, with my soul.
2. 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.
3. 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!
4. It is well, with my soul,
   It is well, it is well, with my soul.
5. For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
   If Jordan above me shall roll,
   No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
   Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
6. It is well, with my soul,
   It is well, it is well, with my soul.
7. But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
   The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
   Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
   Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
8. It is well, with my soul,
   It is well, it is well, with my soul.
9. 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.
10. It is well, with my soul,
    It is well, it is well, with my soul.