This Anchor - Loyd C. Taylor
When all else does threaten to give way;
This anchor keeps my vessel from drifting,
Never letting my ship run astray.
This anchor holds though angry seas batter,
When dangerous waves threaten to take hold;
This anchor holds in the lonely night hours,
When darkness renders my spirit less bold.
This anchor holds with vigil over me,
Scans water lest my ship drift away;
This anchor is trustworthy and faithful,
Making less anxious my passageway.
This anchor holds fast though life is fleeting,
When death’s icy hands grasps for me once more;
This anchor will never let me falter,
Till my ship moors on that sacred shore.
Read the full poem here.
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