A good friend wrote, “Your “floating” thought brought to mind two old “anchor” hymns:”
The second verse from “My Hope is Built on Nothing Less:”
“When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.”
And, the last verse from “Whispering Hope;”
“Hope as an anchor so steadfast,
Rends the dark veil for the soul,
Whither the Master has entered,
Robbing the grave of its goal.
Come then, o come, glad fruition,
Come to my sad weary heart;
Come, O Thou blest hope of glory,
Never, O never depart.”
Blessing and peace,
Shirley
Right back atcha, Shirley and to all out there, on this beautiful day!
