Fears undetermined plagued my mind
Of things illusive, undefined;
I tried religions, one by one,
And ended worse than I’d begun;
I sought for pleasures, found them brief;
Not anything brought real relief.
Good friends I thought sincere and fast,
Proved disappointing at the last;
That on which I once relied—
Self-righteousness and foolish pride—
I found to fail me in the test;
My wandering soul could find no rest.
Philosophy—the “good thought” trend—
Still left me empty in the end;
Adrift upon life’s troubled sea,
There seemed no anchor sure for me;
Then I was introduced one day
To One who knew the troubled way.
He had experienced it before
And knew I’d never make the shore
Alone—and on my own;
He paid the full price for my fare
Across the troubled waters where
I’ll never be alone.
Now as I travel o’er the waves,
I know it is His hand that saves;
A steadfast Anchor now have I;
My Anchor rests above the sky!
All other anchors anchor down;
An upward Anchor I have found!