Anchors

When dark days and evil nights lurk and strike, Without regards for what's yours or mine; When high tides of cruelty strike The good who's done no crime; In troubling times like these, We are open to being deceived. When confronted by fears that bind, A very powerful song comes to mind, Speaking of anchors for troubled times, For lives turned and tossed way out of line, For people beaten, buffeted, and intertwined. A way out of their wilderness, they cannot find. Each day is a grind, falling further and further behind. Life makes no sense, having neither rhythm nor rhyme. They feel voidness and feebleness, a life without design. Storms have destroyed their fruit, now rotting on the vine. They need hugs, smiles, and touches from loving humankind. May God give us all an anchor that holds tightly to The Devine. 050520PSCtest, In Times Like These, Silent One. 2P