Monday, December 9, 2019

Abiding Anchor


 This song has been going round in my head since last week
when my son played a small bit he recorded
as a man in the next room on a job site sang this hymn as he worked...


Against the tides that surge and crash and moan
Unwavering amidst the foaming crest
Steadfast within the gales that wail and groan
Abides the anchor of God’s promises

Unshakeable while wild life’s mistrals seethe
Until it feels like hell its depth unchains
Still resolute, unmovable beneath
The anchor of God’s promises remains

Unyielding as grief wields a numbing blow
And courage crumples in sorrow’s travail
Firm in the roiling spoil of Eden’s woe
God’s perfect promises will never fail

My love, though earth and heavens pass away
And stars fall like green figs from storm-tossed tress
Rock-solid in the tempest's spewing fray
Abides the anchor of God’s promises

© Janet Martin

 Thus by two unchangeable things in which it is impossible for God to lie,
we who have fled to take hold of the hope set before us may be strongly encouraged.
 We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and steadfast. 
It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, 
 where Jesus our forerunner has entered on our behalf.
 He has become a high priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.…

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