The Anchor Holds

My ship is battered and wrecked

the crisp white sails are ripped and torn

the storm is raging well passed dawn

and the waves are tormenting my wounded soul

I hear the booming thunder and see the

painfully bright streak of horrifying lightning

my ship is tossed back and forth

my compass is showing that I am lost

I've never faced such a raging sea before

I've never experienced such an outrageous outpour

But the anchor holds...

My steer has broken in half

and in the harrowing mist, I've lost the path

If truth be told, I'd rather be dead

for in this blistering storm

no one knows how many tears I've shed

but even though I am out in the open and the cold

the anchor... holds

Many ships have passed my poor, battered vessel

but none would lend a helping hand

None gave promise of the sighting of nearby land

I was lost at sea

broken and fragile as could be

but the anchor held on...

It would not let go

and as sun tore through the blackened sky

heaven heard my thankful cry

Had it not been for the anchor, I wouldn't have made it

even if i wanted to try...