I wrote this as a song one night several weeks ago but then decided it wasn’t written well enough and the subject matter was – well – I don’t know… and I wasn’t going to turn it into a song. Instead, it retains the humble status of a poem – and not a very grand one at that – but good enough to post. :)
When my ship rides on a stormy sea
And on every side around,
High and mighty crashing waves,
Hard against me pound,
My ship is shaken – tossed and thrown.
But through the water’s fearful folds
My ship won’t falter, it won’t sink,
Because the Anchor holds.
Though my sail is torn to a thousand shreds
And my mast should break in two.
Though I can’t say certainly
What next, I must do.
I can’t see far ahead
And fear doth wrap me in its folds,
My ship won’t falter, it won’t sink,
Because the Anchor holds.
No matter how rough the storm becomes,
Or how high the waves may grow,
They strike me – threatening to take
All I love and know.
The rain seems to fall in torrents
And seems ever so very cold.
My ship won’t falter, it won’t sink
Because the Anchor holds.
My Anchor will hold, no matter the storm,
He’ll never leave me alone.
He’ll keep me strong and steady
Though my boards creak and moan.
Christ will not fail me – even once
I’ll be safe amidst the stormy folds,
My ship won’t falter – ’twill never sink –
Because my Anchor holds!
To the KING be all the glory!
That would make a very neat song, I think.
Then again, I don’t know much about poems and songs, so who am I to give a opninion?
;P
Good context, anyway. :)
~Jamie