Anchor in the Storm

The same hands that hung the morning star
Still reach for me tonight —
Still You stay the same,
Still my anchor in the storm.

The rope is groaning on the cleat,
The black tide's rising to the rail,
I count my heartbeat, count the deep,
I've got no strength that will not fail.
But every wave that hits the hull
Breaks over One who will not move;
The floor can shake, the sky can fall,
And still I feel the weight of You.

So I won't cut the line and run,
I won't go silent in the dark;
You are the ballast in my blood,
The steady drum inside my heart.

When the black water climbs the wall,
When the harbor light is gone,
You are my anchor in the storm —
You will hold me through the dawn.

You stay the same,
You stay the same;
Yesterday and always,
You stay the same.

You never made the water still,
You never let the current win,
I am held, I am kept, I am Yours,
Through the wreck, through the deep, I am Yours;
The storm can have the night,
It will not have my name.
It will not have my name.

So here, with nothing in my hands,
I lift the little that I am;
No thunder loud enough to drown
The whisper of Your name.

When the black water climbs the wall,
When the harbor light has gone,
You are my anchor in the storm —
And You will bring the dawn.

You stay the same,
You stay the same;
Yesterday and always,
Yesterday and always,
You stay the same.

You are my anchor,
You are my anchor,
My shelter in the swell,
My morning after midnight —
And You stay the same.
You are my anchor.