ANCHOR
Sarah Juers

Love isn't something you find
Love finds you
I run and I hide
But I can't lose You
On a voyage for time
But all my lefts aint right
Clouds fog my sight
And I'm a one man crew

So I drop anchor in Your shadow
Your presence is my present
My treasure so much better than silver or gold
So let the warmth of Your arms
Melt my heart of stone
Blow the dust from my eyes
Bring to life what has died
And lead me home

I got questions on my mind
What will life come to
Will I remain true
Will I stay steady doing what You called me to do
Will I love, will I learn
Will I be kind, will I yearn for You
And only You

I can't do this on my own
I'm lost at sea
If my hand I don't let You hold
I sail away
You remain always faithful, never change
Tides high, pains deep
Even still my soul You keep
Put me back on the rock when I lose my feet
When I was bout to drown
You came down, laid down Your crown
You gave your life to save me

So let the warmth of Your arms
Melt my heart of stone
Blow the dust from my eyes
Bring to life what has died
And lead me home

Be my compass, be my light
Be my guide, be my sight
When I'm lost in Your sea, I'm satisfied
Be my mouth, be my feet
When I'm lost in Your sea, I'm completely satisfied

"Don't you like a rather foggy day in a wood in autumn? You'll find we shall be perfectly warm sitting in the car.

Jane said she'd never heard of anyone liking fogs before but she didn't mind trying. All three got in.

"That's why Camilla and I got married," said Denniston as they drove off. "We both like Weather. Not this or that kind of weather, but just Weather. It's a useful taste if one lives in England."

"How ever did you learn to do that, Mr Denniston?" said Jane. "I don't think I should ever learn to like rain and snow."

"It's the other way round," said Denniston. "Everyone begins as a child by liking Weather. You learn the art of disliking it as you grow up. Have you noticed it on a snowy day? The grown-ups are all going about with long faces, but look at the children - and the dogs? They know what snow's made for."

"I'm sure I hated wet days as a child," said Jane.

"That's because the grown-ups kept you in," said Camilla. "Any child loves rain if they're allowed to go out and paddle about in it."

Excerpt from Hideous Strength - C.S. Lewis