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Anchor

The captain groaned a sour note
When once he spied the dreadful news
His rudder on the sea afloat
Its bearing did his ship now lose

Adrift, the skipper raised his hands
His face fell drained of every hue
For nowhere could he spy safe lands
Nor compass tell if north was true

From peace a sudden squall began
That darkened ship and sea the same
With clouds’ descent to shroud that man
Obscuring more his eyes and frame

With hope but gone, he dropped to knees
To pray that ground would graze the ship
His tears mixed with the rain and freeze
 At once they wet his quivered lip

The calm had fled, the silence gone
There little hope for light or dawn
But in that dread the whisper spoke
The words like warmth wrapped as a cloak
While countless signs said all was lost
Still there he rose to face the cost
The tempest churned and tossed the craft
Though planted still he mocked and laughed
For what is fear but hope adrift
The downcast face that fails to lift
But brave a glance into the sea
And soon you'll find what keeps you free
For deep below in rock embed
Your anchor rests in what He's said.
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