Let My Anchor Hold
I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord
Let my anchor hold as I lay my head down to sleep
For being a sailor isn't as easy as one would think.
My Lord takes care of me in my keep
From ending up a ground in a heap.
Thanks to instruments I pay attention to my vessel
Isn't likely to sink.
I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord
Let my anchor hold as I lay my head down to sleep
For I am way out here where the water is deep.
Anything can happen in a wink or a blink.
My Lord takes care of me in my keep
As I watch the dolphins leap
I am in their water which isn't rinky dink.
I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord
Let my anchor hold as I lay my head down to sleep
I need to make a living cause life isn't cheap.
Believe me when I say life is to short for me to
Make a mistake so coffee, tea, and water are all
I drink.
My Lord takes care of me in my keep
Safe from ships that pass me in the night as the fog
In does creep
I set my coffee mug on the counter-sink.
I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord
Let my anchor hold As I lay my head down to sleep
My Lord takes care of me in my keep.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2019
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