Monday, August 01, 2011

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.


Post a Comment

<< Home