At the Place of the Sea
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?
Till the night of your fear is gone;
He will send the wind; He will keep 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 waves 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 our 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 you have not known.
And your fears shall pass as your foes have passed,
You shall be no more afraid;
You shall sing His praise in a better place,
A place that His hand has made.
- Annie Johnson Flint.