Have you been to the red sea place in your life,
Where in spite of all you can do
There is no way back, there is no way out, there is no other way than-through?
Than wait on the Lord with a trust serene,
Till the night of your fears are gone
And 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 try shod,
In the path that your Lord will make.
In the morning watch, 'neath the lifted cloud,
And 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 will 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.
This poem made me think of someone I know, that is going to Africa this June. Please pray for her as she chases after God!
I hope this has encouraged you in any way!
Prayers for all of you,