As we approach another Holy Week, preparing for Easter, I share a favorite poem, written by Annie Johnson Flint. Her poem is really a short sermon on one of the most well-known stories of Scripture, when the people of God were being attacked by the Egyptians from behind, and the Red Sea was in front of them. With no place to go, God sent the winds to rescue the people.
I invite you to slowly read and contemplate this Red Sea story and apply to your life. We have all found ourselves at a “Red Sea place.” We may be in such a place now. We may know others with a struggle. So we pray. We trust. We go on, in Christ our Lord.
A 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
Till the night of your fear is gone;
He will send the wind, 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 dryshod
In the path that your Lord will make.
In the morning watch, ’neath the lifted cloud,
You shall see but the Lord alone,
When He leads you on from the place of the sea,
To a land that you have not known;
And your fears shall pass as your foes have passed,
You shall no more be afraid;
You shall sing His praise in a better place,
A place that His hand has made.
