The Red Sea Place
Annie Johnson Flint knew about that Red Sea Place. From a pen held in swollen, twisted arthritic fingers she wrote numerous poems. Flint was orphaned when she was barely three years old, and then adopted by the Flints. She and her sister were orphaned again by the Flints, but not until they were grown. Flint, a young teacher, became bedridden in her early twenties. Her poetry earned her living but so much more; her poetry continues to bless and challenge believing Christians today. This poem is a particular blessing and challenge to me; perhaps it will become a blessing to you, too.
“The 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
‘Til 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 wall roll down,
No foe can reach you, no wave can touch,
No mightiest sea can drown;
The tossing billows may rear their crest,
Their foam at your feet may break,
But over the bed you shall walk dry shod
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 be no more afraid;
You shall sing His praise in a better place,
A place that His hand has made.
Annie Johnson Flint, 1866 – 1932, Your works do follow you. (Revelation 14:13 “Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them.)
Check out a Facebook page: Annie Johnson Flint. Someone has dedicated a page to this amazing woman. Next time you sing, or hear sung, “He Giveth more Grace” it will mean more to you knowing that it came from the heart of one who understood that gift of grace and passed on poetic wisdom for generations to come.