Anchor of my soul, You sustain
When I’m in the storm, You remain, You remain
Good to me, good to me
…The blood that was spilled protects me
It’s the same blood that cleansed me,
My only defense against my nemesis.
Now I can rest,
Knowing that nothing can come against
Unless the Father gives consent.
Evil intentions will not disturb God’s purposes or interfere,
So who shall IO fear if my anchor is secure?
Learning to consider it pure joy when I’m facing tribulations--
Praising God instead of complaining and 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,
And 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.
You’re my greatest pleasure, no matter the weather I face, Lord
You never forsake my fragile life; I’m safe under Your sovereign grace.
…You commanded the cease with ease and with words
You turn a wind to breeze.
Helps me understand that we stand on a solid Rock,
Not on sinking sand.
Through the providence of pain You perfect Your plan.
…It’s profound that with all these sinking ships around me,
He surrounds me and He anchors me with His grace abounding.
Good to me,
Good to me,
Good to me.