The anchor holds though the ship is battered, Amidst the storm, where hopes are shattered. The waves may crash, the tempest roar, But steadfast, the anchor grasps the ocean floor.
The sails are torn, whipped by the gale, Yet still, we press on, though hearts may pale. In darkness deep, when all seems lost, The anchor's strength outweighs the cost.
Through trials fierce and battles worn, In every scar and tempest born, The anchor holds, unwavering, true, Guiding the ship and crew through.
So when the night is cold and long, Remember, in the anchor, you belong. For though the storms of life may rage, The anchor holds, from age to age.
