The Red Sea Judgment
‘Yahweh fights for his people,
Turn back, turn back.’
‘It is too late!
Judgment’s jaws have set
There is no escape
We are lost –
Praise Yahweh for His dreadful power?
Praise Yahweh for his dreadful power.
His strength to throw into disarray
To confuse the wicked,
To quieten their destructive clamour.
Praise Yahweh for His judgments,
His awful destruction of those who disobey,
Those who hate Him and his plans.
Praise Yahweh for His protection,
His presence near His people.
That same hand crushing and collapsing
So too enfolds those who are His.
His, chosen not by intrinsic value,
But by their bestowed worth.
Stand firm and see the Lord’s salvation wrought
Quieten my fears, be still the murmurings of my heart
Flee from me my stricken disbelief!
Repent and believe.
Praise Yahweh for His dreadful judgments and merciful salvation.
The Red Sea judgment
The Red Blood flowing
The parting this time of the heavens
The overflow of God’s wrath
The Son standing, bowing his head
Dead for the disobedient
The hard of heart, unloving, unmerciful.
The hand that confused the Egyptians
Hands now openly outstretched,
The Judgment-bearing Son.
The choice before us:
Red sea judgment or Red Blood flowing?
Come, and be His!