Auntie Ellen’s rich contralto voice echoed through the lane:
Though the angry surges roll
On my tempest driven soul
Gracie bobbed her head and hummed along as they walked toward town. She loved helping Auntie Ellen with her chores even though Mama did not entirely approve such manual labor for her daughter. Today Mama was in bed with one of her spells, setting Gracie free to be with her “Auntie.â€
“Storm’s a-comin’, Gracie. But don’t you be afraid, chile. He’s watchin’over us.â€
“I know, Auntie.â€
They linked arms and sang together as they walked.
I’ve an anchor safe and sure
Lyrics from My Anchor Holds
Words: William C. Martin
Music: Daniel B. Towner