Old Fashioned Star

The mother of a disabled man spoke on Sunday. She recited Annie Johnson Flint’s poem A Red Sea Place. I’d like to share part of it with you. “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 dry shod in the path that your Lord shall make.”