Jesus Is My Anchor

I’m not giving up, I’m not giving in

When will this war of mine, when will it end?

My Jesus is my valium.

He calms the stormy seas.

He is my anchor… For Him I bow down on my knees

He is who I believe

He resides deep within me

Though I feel so very nauseous

From the anxiety that I feel

I clutch my cross and close my eyes

And I start praying that I’ll heal

He is who guides me every single day

But only if I let him in, He will conquer and slay

He chases away the darkness that I feel

He is always there; He is truth, He is real

Though some days I get so deeply intermingled

With the complexities that I feel

I sometimes forget that He is near, very near indeed

I get lost in my emotions, can’t cry… but if I could…I would cry oceans

The hurt and pain I feel deep inside of me is so hard to deal with

Though I can start feeling a bit of relief when I start praying to my God… He does uplift

He’s always there…  days or nights…

 He gives me strength… He is who fights

All I have to do is call upon His name… He will be ready… He will be there

He loves me enough that He gave His life for mine… I’m thankful He cares.