I’ve written “Falters My Heart” and “An Anchored Imagination”, so I suppose after this I shall have to write “Falters My Imagination”. Wait…
Anchors my heart on a firm and fairer height
my Lord’s delight. Is past change, past strong,
sigh-erupting sin yet sign rather that night
anchors my heart? On a firm and fairer height
I’d see, I’d know – yet I am not so light.
Christ-in-me is there, and with the sainted throng
anchors my heart on a firm and fairer height.
My Lord’s delight is past change, past strong.
Unto the Mountain Walls 