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Red Sea

Not all obstacles to your walk with God are devilish. Some are relational (be very careful of who is “in” your life). Some are occupational (change jobs if you need to, to go to heaven). Some are geographical. (List could go one.) The Red Sea was in Moses’ way but it was definitely not devilish. The devil did not make the Red Sea, he did not make it beautiful, and he has not preserved it.

– eab, 12/29/16

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God made a way through the Red Sea,

When waters stood on either side.

God made a way through the Red Sea,

And He’ll help you through your high tide.

                – eab, Oct. ‘01


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I love you Lord Jesus, I love you fine Lord,

Who can wondrously, carelessly, joyfully afford,

To wind up your wind machine and run it all night,

To help humble Jews escape Egypt, in flight.

It plowed through the Sea called red burrowing, pushing

Water to north of it, water to south creating an isthmus

Creating the opposite of a stream mouth.

The wind came from the east, plowing a groove

Of dry sandy, marching ground in the sea’s belly,

Piling water north of it, stacked up like jelly,

And water to south of it equally stood,

(Waves folded their hands, as all good waves should.)

And when you were done proving You could

Do what those gods were falsely proclaimed,

(Showing how they were all illfully named)

You closed up your wind machine, closed it so tightly,

Egyptians were caught in it, sadly but mightily.


I love you Lord Jesus, I love you fine Lord,

Who out of your heavenly cabinet and board,

Could skillfully, willingly, immensely let rain,

A small seed-like substance again and again.

It covered the ground around camp and then some,

Till the slowest and lowest had finally come

And picked up their pot-full of heaven’s light bread

Carrying it tent-ward on shoulder or on head.

You send down the manna one morning, then two,

One-hundred times, then thousands (days flew!)

And when finally the last Jew had placed his dry sandal,

On the west bank of Jordan forty years later,

Your bounty could’ve (without poverty or scandal)

Furnished more manna, yes, manna galore.

Who knows the amount of God’s kitchen-store?


I love you Lord Jesus, I love you fine Lord

Who can cause selfish followers have an accord,

(“See eye to eye?” – Didn’t say that

Some still wore odd color or a strange little hat)

But heart-wise they stood united at last,

Divisions o’er power and popularity past,

Each loved his sister and loved his brother,

Preferring the glory be shared with another,

Pride had all vanished, blown away by the “Wind”

That hearty and heavenly one, You did send.

Love was now uppermost in the upper room,

Joy was abundant, gone was all gloom.

Peace, You gave unto them, Peace by-the-pail,

And along came longsuffering, that never did fail,

Rough fishermen and a rougher collector of money,

Became gentle in heart, and sweeter than honey.

Your boundless and beautiful goodness you lent them,

It stood good that day and wherever You sent them,

And faith O, such faith as only You could impart,       

You poured in faith here, and faith there, at the start,

And as they used it, You supplied faith the more,

There was faith to raise the dead, faith to implore,

And twenty hundred years away from that great day,

Faith’s still available – Help me Lord I pray.


You precious Jesus, You loving Lord,

Supplied Your men meekness.  Meekness You afford.

Not weakness under pressure but power to be still,

Awaiting the outcome of a Savior’s loving will.

Oh, the luscious fruit of the Upper room.

Oh, the life that came from an empty tomb.

God give us today a newness of vision,

An awareness that Your miraculous provision,

Stopped not with the shores of distant Galilee,

But flows on today, flows on to me,

And finally temperance, You gave without measure;

(Having a little can also be great treasure.)

Saying “no” to a meal or “no” to a drink

Might make the glutton and drunkard think,

That there’s more to life than plate or cup,

Don’t look down at “de feet” Look up, Look up.

The God who drove the groove, through the ancient sea,

And supplied manna without charge, bill, or fee,

And sent His Comforter in Pentecost past,

Still lives, Still loves, Still yearns to cast,

Ones carnal old troubles away from His men,

And place all the fruit of the Spirit within.

Great God of the Testaments, glorious and bold,

Revisit Your people as You did of old.

I love you Lord Jesus, I love you fine Lord,

Living, eternal, loving, gentle Word.   

                – eab, ‘03

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It looked so easy that Pharaoh tried.

All of his horses, and all his men died;

When the Red Sea rolled back in with a crash.

But Israel was out of Egypt at last,

Thank God slavery was a thing of the past,

As were making bricks under a cruel lash.


Jacob never lost sight of that great day,

When he watched Egyptians floating away.

Oh, what a miracle God had now wrought.

They were not yet into Canaan’s good land,

(In fact, it was not even close at hand)

But the greatest fight was already fought.


The cloud was o’er them today, tomorrow,

(Clouds – we too often connect to sorrow.)

This cloud was a blessing – superb delight.

As southern ladies have been known to hold

A parasol to shield from a sun too bold,

This cloud protected people from sunlight.


A pillar of fire?  And fire gave its light

In a desert strange, that could give them fright.

A desert that was intriguing and odd,

And the Lord leading Israel supplied

A warmth, so no one from cold every died,

Light is in the very nature of God.


Out of sin! It no more has dominion.

(In spite of preacher’s carnal opinion.)

Willful acts of the body, deeds and thoughts,

Binding, blinding habits were left behind.

Gone were filthy, gone the dirty mind.

Since they fled the stench of Egypt’s old pots.


There are two grace works and there are two lands.

Egypt lay back there in its pagan sands.

Tied to solar worship, god-in-the-round.

But on Canaan’s honey-ground they were not.

It was still their hope – for it they now sought.

They walked many miles before it was found.


Between the country of sin and sinning,

And the slopes where saints are always singing,

Lies a parched land where saving grace prevails.

Geography does not lie, nor does map

Egypt and Canaan do not overlap!

An attempt to live in both always fails.


They were in wilderness, the two betwixt.

Shackles were gone but the heart needed fixt.

They had too much to say ‘bout food and drinks.

Their peninsular old selfish grumblings,

And particular but honest mumblings,   

Showed well how the strong carnal mind still thinks.

                – eab, 10/99

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In geography

It is very plain to see,

A wedge of rock and soil stands between

The old land they knew,

And the one they’re going to.

Observing this is neither cold or mean.


There’s a Red Sea and there’s a river,

They both are to deliver

The walkers, who walk through their lines,

Each saw a crisis hour,

Each represents its power.

That crossing over forever defines.  –eab, 10/99

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