My Anchor Holds

[LYDIA WESTERN]

My Anchor Holds

Where troubled sea and billow form,

There is a Rock within thy storm.

When lovers fall as each new tear,

The moments taken and stolen years,

There is a cleft below thy waves,

A love secure with each new day.

 

When upon life's changing waves,

We fear our ship might drift away,

An anchor is caste behind thy bow,

So little, and no strength. But now,

It sinks below a mighty storm,

Tossing,betrayal, weariness formed.

And finds its rest within a cleft,

This riven Rock, and there to rest.

 

Faith,like lonely little anchors. Caste,

But knows this Rock to hold them fast.

'Tis not to fear what strength of faith,

But What it grips, this Rock of grace.

My anchor holds!

 

These, our ships upon life's sea,

Toss and mourn our sorrows to be freed.

But rest is found when through the storm,

We come. And night, it flees our breaking dawn.

Sorrow endures, but for a night,

And joy, it comes with each new light.

And sweetly from the ground there springs,

New flowers our God will kindly bring.

 

As mournful sparrow upon the ground,

Bereft of song and happy sounds,

Thy God will see then gently bring,

And heal thy songbird's broken wing.

 

Here my cry O God; attend unto my prayer.

From the ends of the earth will I cry unto thee.

When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me,

To the rock that is higher than I.

L.J.W