• “There are those who insist that it is a very bad thing to question God. To them, ‘why?’ is a rude question. That depends, I believe, on whether it is an honest search, in faith, for His meaning, or whether it is the challenge of unbelief and rebellion.” – Elisabeth Elliot

THE RED SEA PLACE by 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 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 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

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2 Responses to THE RED SEA PLACE by Annie Johnson Flint

  • Terry Kennaway says:

    I would like to know more about the origins of this poem. I found a copy of it in my father's bible when he died in 1994. It was obviously something that bought him comfort but I have no idea how long he had had it. Any information you can give me would be gratefully received. Thanks.

    • Tonja says:

      A friend gave me this information from a talk she read. 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.

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