The Anchors I Carry
The anchors I carry
were a plethora of burdens
I was never meant to carry
always weighed down
by my insecurities
the snare of the fear of men
the lust of my flesh
the pride of my life
and the voice of my past traumas
You are the Creator of my soul
the One who wants to provide me
with a private island
saturated with an abundance
of rest in the hammocks
of Your presence
and surrounded by a body
of turquiose oceans
soaked with infinite waves
of Your peace that streches
beyond my mortal imagination
while You are the One
to carry all of my anchors
and cleanse my spirit from
the beach house within
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