Will your anchor hold in the storms of life -
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift, or firm remain?
We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Stedfast and sure while the billows roll -
Fastened to the rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour's love.
It is safely moored, 'twill the storm withstand,
For 'tis well secured by the Saviour's hand.
Though the tempest rage and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o'erflow.
When our eyes behold, through the gathering night,
The City of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall anchor fast by the heavenly shore,
With the storms all past for ever-more.
Priscilla J. Owens
This song has always been linked in my mind with political action, because my earliest memory of both is that of a bored little boy standing on the steps of the Supreme Court building in Washington, D.C. listening to a small group of American Christians crying out to God for mercy and deliverance from an un-Godly, un-American regime. I believe the specific concern was Everett Sullivan's padlocked church, because I recall a man named Greg Dixon being there. I was so young, however, that I don't remember things very clearly, except for singing "We Have An Anchor" and being asked to leave by a security guard.
It's been a long time, but God has not forgotten His people. Some day our leaders will have their day of reckoning. May God show them the mercy they have not shown to others.
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