Sunday, October 30, 2011


By Mark Bishop

Through squall and towering waves of fear my anchor holds secure
yet I'm convinced that even with it I cannot endure

When rains of life run down my eyes and in the warmth I shiver?
Have I strength to hold the hand of He who will deliver?

It's not the anchor but the boat a vessel small and frail
I do not trust on churning seas of life's uncertain sail

By grace it is not up to me, to crew my boat or stay the course
For God will bring me back to shore to joy's eternal source

Even when worry is my shadow and darkness fills the sky
While in death's valley long I wander wishing I could fly

Still I know that there is peace amidst the cares of men
To draw to Christ with every breath and find love once again.

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