Anchor of Thy Love

I cannot drift away from Thee,
though oft I sail on stormy sea,
for even when my soul doth sleep,
the anchor of Thy love runs deep.

Still wake me from my slumber rest,
that I may go where Thou has blessed,
but cause me to sail upon every sea,
found with anchors bound to Thee.

This hope we have as an anchor of the soul,
a hope both sure and steadfast.. (Heb 6:19)

No Complaints

I complained today,
  the world was loud-
the clang and roar
  of a maddening crowd!
 
How I longed for peace,
  on a quiet frontier..
then I met a man
  who couldn't hear.

Special Solitude

There's a special solitude-
  a holy, sacred place,
where quiet is the attitude,
  and slower is the pace..

We turn off all the noise,
  in our heart, soul and mind-
the chatter that destroys
  what our spirit hopes to find..

For in that quiet hour,
  if we listen for His call,
we'll sense the Spirit's power-
  a whisper sweet and small..

A gentle Voice from far above,
  speaks to our very core,
with such a peace and love-
  we're only wanting more.

So seek that special space
  in the quiet of your day,
talking to the God of grace-
  walk with Him and pray.