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 winds, He will heap the floods,
When He says to your soul: “Go on.”
And His hand shall lead you through, clear through,
Ero the watery walls roll down;
No wave can touch you, no foe can smite,
No mightiest sea can drown.
The tossing billows may rear their crests,
Their foam at your feet may break;
But over their head you shall walk dryshod
In the path your Lord shall make.—
Dreams in the Desert, quoted in Capt. H. E. Beresford Mash’s Up from the Gates.