The Battered Ship and the Anchor

My ship had sailed life’s restless sea, the sails were weak and tore. The hull had had its share of dents from sailing close to shore. The deck was rotting with decay from careless steps I took, The ship seemed in such disarray just everywhere I’d look. But then I saw the anchor there, so sturdy and so strong; When I would cast it out, I knew it wouldn’t be very long Until my ship would stop and stay where’er the anchor’s cast; It was the only thing I had that seemed to always last. I found that anchor like my faith I placed once in the Lord, A true foundation, strong, secure there in His precious word. It mattered not how frail the ship that I sailed on the sea, Now that my anchor was in God He’d fix it up for me. He wasn’t looking at my faults, but rather saw my need, And so when I the anchor cast and to Him I did plead, He took this battered ship of mine and became my Pilot true; My anchor now on Him is cast for what He wants to do. I’m glad He took my battered ship with all its disarray When I in faith the anchor cast into His will that day. For now not only is He guide as I sail on life’s sea, He is the anchor that will hold--I’m safe eternally.