Waver not, O leaguered ketch. Hark now thy Captain's call! Hold tightly, thou, thine anchor:
firm, 'midst heaving, seething squall.
For fixed, set, and fastened -- see! 'Tis hooked round thee! And drawn art thou toward heaven's celestial quay, whence breaks fair glory's dawn.
composed to encourage my mother,
inspired by Psalm 107:28-30
& Hebrews 6:19
titled from
"My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less"