What shall I say when the anchor seems to give way?
What shall I feel when I crumble under the bend and the
sway?
Where is my hope found?
What will I say when I don’t cross the finish line?
What will I say when I don’t even start?
Where is my rest?
You are my anchor.
You are my hope.
You will finish what you start here.
If my joy is fleeting, it is not found in You.
For nothing of yours ever fades.
If my hope is secure, I know it is found in You.
For everything of yours, you deliver.
This is what I’ll say under the bend and sway:
My God is the same day after day.
Eternal, is my God.
Deep, is the anchor that holds me.
I’m not going anywhere.
