Serenity is not the absence of wind,
But the assurance of an anchor.
If you first turn heart to heaven, building upward sturdy frame,
then add horizontal beaming, making peace your outward aim,
structure strong will anchor living, shell will take on proper cast,
Cross will be your model function, what you formulate will last.
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Will you hold me when I wander,
When my cortex tells me lies,
When the sorrows roll like thunder,
When the waves and fears capsize?
Will you anchor me with comfort,
Kiss my furrowed brow away,
Whisper low how much you love me,
Be my home port when I stray?
Will you shower me with sunshine
Under stormy, clouded skies?
Will you be my pier when pressured
Or is your strength a thin disguise?