-Annie Johnson Flint

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 steadfast faith
‘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
So no watery walls roll down.
No wave can touch you, no foe can smite,
No mighty Red 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 shall make.

In the morning watch, ‘neath the lifted cloud,
You shall see but the Lord alone,
When He leads you forth from the sea of death,
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:
In a world His hand has made.

Maxim of the Moment

You have to be careful about being too careful. - Beryl Pfizer