Anchor of my soul, you sustain When I’m in the storm, you remain Good to me, good to me Anchor of my soul, you sustain When I’m in the storm, you remain You remain, good to me Good to me When its a quarter past midnight And the grey skies fade to black The waves splash and set me off track So my vessel might crash or collapse When Im attacked And start wrestling with these bad Memories from my past Im aware of my guilt, overwhelmed And the smell of my blood has the sharks That surround me cast under a spell They waited for me to fall but when I fell the water got Still And the blood that was spilled protects me Its the same blood that cleansed me My only defense against my nemesis Now I can rest knowing that nothing can come against Me unless the Father gives consent Evil intentions will not disturb Gods purposes or interfere so Who shall I fear if my Anchor is secure? Learning to consider it pure joy when Im facing tribulations Praising God instead of complaining or getting overtaken with bitterness Looking at the pages of the book of James and seeing The ways that God works through the trials to make us more Mature in our faith. It reminds me how desperate I am in This desert land, thirsty for your mercy and plan while you Give me the strength to stand. Youre my greatest pleasure Yeah, no matter the weather I face, Lord you never forsake My fragile life is safe under your sovereign grace At some point every human looks right in the eyes of agony And through the tragedy asks himself how can this happen to me? You might be the type with enough insight to hold On for your dear life but slip because your grip is not as Tight as I might like You aint immune to it, naw, and if You true to yourself then you aint new to it Trusted in self, lusted and lured to it So when the darkness overwhelms me And the tide of life rises and swells It is Well is what compels me. When faced with adversity your truth Constantly reminds me that you command the seas with ease And with words youre turning wind to breeze. It helps me To understand that we stand on solid rock not on sinking Sand. Through the providence of pain you perfect your plan Predestined to be tested when the works and the Words of God cooperate and educate men in the great gift of Grace And Faith. And even though its obvious when my outlooks Ominous youve bound my heart and my conscience and gave me A constant calmness. So when the pain comes like rain from The parts of life that maintains its strain I can put my Trust in the hands that sustain. Its profound that with All these sinking ships around me, He surrounds me and he Anchors me with his grace abounding
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