Be Anchored Poem by Ima Ryma

I know as I go through each day,
People, places and things do be,
And I do want to get my way
That all does happen good for me.
But resentment, anger and fear
Are ever storms to rock my boat,
And make my smooth sail disappear.
From my past journeys I need note
To take a pause where I am at,
And get true bearings from my soul,
Pray through mean mental habitat
To reach what God wants as my goal.

I know aboard my ship of life
There's safe harbor through storms of strife.