Anchor

A ship that's tossing here and there
Blown on an angry sea
That can't much more the weather bear
Near broken as can be
And as the winds blow to and fro
With thunder's crashing sound
My eyes catch on a sight below
Our anchor in the ground
Now, though it feels we'll fall apart
With fears in every way
Objective knowledge fills my heart
That anchored we will stay
So though it seems it will not last
I know that this is true:
A rooted anchor DOES hold fast
Designed to make it through

~ A description of the gospel's unchanging truth and the joy that it brings in the midst of ever-changing circumstances and the false things we hear the world presenting to us everyday.