Speaking of peace like a river

August 24, 2012 — 2 Comments

Though the angry surges roll
On my tempest-driven soul,
I am peaceful, for I know,
Wildly though the winds may blow,
I’ve an anchor safe and sure,
That can evermore endure.
And it holds, my anchor holds:
Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
On my bark so small and frail;
By His grace I shall not fail,
For my anchor holds, my anchor holds.
William C. Martin


Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work.
It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart. Anonymous


Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray.
Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns.
Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down.
It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.
Philippians 4:6-7 The Message

2 responses to Speaking of peace like a river

    The Water Bearer August 24, 2012 at 2:02 pm



    Greetings from Wordwise Hymns. I posted an article on this gospel song today, so your post caught my eye. Many folks definitely feel as though they’re in an overwhelming tempest of stressing experiences. How we need the unshakable anchor that Christ provides. This hymn effectively pictures both–and there are some great phrases in stanzas you didn’t include. God bless.

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