Monday, December 1, 2008
My Anchor My Rock!
As the ship sails across the deep blue sea
I look for land, but none I see.
Was blinded by the fog, very thick,
I fear I'm lost.
Could feel the dampness in the air.
Do I drift along and continue
What if I crash along the way.
Or do I search and seek and stumble
Or shall I reach for the anchor and wait
And just when I began to drop my anchor-
Look! Can it be, what do I see, can it really be
Yes, the fog is lifting, I can find my way.
Was not so far- right there, right there
And now I see, the land just ahead of me as
I sail through the bright blue sea!