by Annie Johnson Flint.

The Red Sea Place

Have you come to the Red Sea place in your life
Where in spite of all you can do,
There is no way out.
There is no way back.
There is no other way but through.
Then wait on the Lord with a trust serene
'Til the night of your fear is gone;
He will send the winds,
He will heap the floods,
When He says to your soul, "Go on."

And His hand will lead you through - clear through -
Ere the watery walls roll down.
No foe can reach you,
No wave can touch,
No mightiest sea can drown.
The tossing billows may rear their crests,
Their foam at your feet may break;
But over their bed you shall walk dry shod
In the path that your Lord will make.

To Praise Him

Jesus, my Lord, my savior
I want to praise thee
With my voice reaching up to heaven
I want to praise thee with music and dance

But my songs are interrupted with baby cries
And my dance is held off until my hands are not so full

How can I honor thee as a mother of 6 younglings?

Every time I touch my children, I will do it with the gentleness of thy handsdvvygxcffnjhhgdsdddgvvvgggyyttuui

What miracle do you have in mind for my son?

What miracle do you have in mind for my son?

My brilliant son, who can grasp advanced algebra problems, but not understand the consequences to his own actions?

What miracle do you have in mind for my son?

My sweetheart of a son, whose heart's to be as pure as gold, but whom can't seem to control his actions?

What miracle do you have in mind for my son?

You have caused the lame to walk, the blind to see and have cast out devils. You have even raised the dead and my autistic son screams in pain at the thought of going to school.

What miracle do you have for him? I await for the day when your hands will lay upon his head, and your arms will embrace him.

When will that day come?, that I can lead him to you and then see the angel inside him shine?