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| The Anchor Holds Though the angry surges roll On my tempest driven soul, I am peaceful, for I know, Wildly though the winds may blow, I've an anchor safe and sure, That can evermore endure. Mighty tides about me sweep, Perils lurk within the deep, Angry clouds o'ershade the sky, And the tempest rises high; Still I stand the tempest's shock, For my anchor grips the rock. I can feel the anchor fast As I meet each sudden blast, And the cable, though unseen, Bears the heavy strain between; Through the storm I safely ride, Till the turning of the tide. Lyrics by William Martin; music by Daniel Towner; published, 1902. |
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| I feel uncertain, anxious when the sea crashes into my expectations. I'm not sure what course to follow, but the need to do something pulls me away from the shore. My ship will set sail again this day. But I will keep the anchor at hand and the lighthouse in sight. Just to be safe. -- Michael Miller |
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| Music: The Anchor Holds (Can't hear the music?) Friday's Journal Friday's Journal Links The Past Whispers - Home Old New Orleans |
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