This is my wife’s mother, Beryl (88) who sadly passed away on January 15th 2011, after a long fight with dementia. Among her possessions we discovered one of her favourite poems, which my wife read out at the funeral service – 24th Jan…we decided to publish, with the hope it will encourage you on your journey. A little familiarity with Exodus 13,14 will help to understand this work.

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 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

By Christian Poet: Annie Johnson Flint (1866-1932)