To My Grandaughter

Life is quite confusing; At times there's little hope, Of finding much direction, And it seems so hard to cope. Like a boat out on the ocean, Caught in a mighty storm, We are tossed out on the tempest, And the wind would do us harm. So we need an anchor, When we're blown about at sea. To keep us from destruction, And where we need to be. Christ Jesus is our anchor He keeps us firm in place. He ever can holds us steady, Anchored by his grace. The storm winds blow around us. You can hear them if you listen. But the anchor holds. I promise that dear Kristen.