For the most part it's smooth sailing, on the sea of life,
And I would rather it be that way, and not have to deal with strife,
But there are times when something rocks the boat, making me a little queasy,
And then I have to face the facts, surviving ain't always easy,
Yet as the waters roll over me, chilling me to the bone,
And I feel sorry for myself, thinking all hope is gone,
There's a small voice within that asks me, who controls your soul,
And I come to my senses and realize, that my anchor holds,
For Jesus is my anchor, no matter what I may face,
And He is always with me, all the time and any place,
Life cannot always be tranquil, its winds and waves are real,
But Jesus looks out over my life's troubled sea, and says peace be still.
Randy "Pops" Stone 03-25-11
Saturday, March 26, 2011
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