Anchor

The storm rages all around
Many plan, but when it hits
There is destruction
There is devastation

When the very physical storms come
We are knocked off our feet
The hurt all around seems surreal
Yet, it is very, very real

And yet there are storms of all kind
There are storms that rage within us
There are storms that capture our minds
And there are storms that change our hearts

All of them, it seems
Get to the heart of our spirituality
Which really means:
To see

Storms have a way of helping
Us see clearly what is important
What we cling to
And what is at the depth
Of our very soul

We are not in control anyway
Even though we think we are
We don't plan our next breath
But God does

So in all the storms of life
I've learned see a little more clearly
With each wave that washes over
To take me where I should be

Because there is this hope
This anchor for the soul
That is undeniable
That is firm and solid

Teach me to cling to the anchor

Hebrews 6:19:  We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain.