Poetry

The Parting of My Red Sea

by jerry russell
03/27/17
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Son, if you keep going down this road I’m going to find you one morning dead, or wrapped around a tree
      These were the words of some that loved me, but they understood not the impossibility of me crossing my Red Sea.

Son, what do you think about these people going to prison, don’t you realize it will be twenty years before they’re free?
      Again these words were spoken by those that loved me, but again they had no idea of how to help me cross my Red Sea.

Son did you hear about this one, and this one, and this one. They killed themselves, many I can name, I was close to three.
     Each one of them were much like myself, they seen no end, no way out, no way to escape, no way to cross our Red Sea.

Some along the way tried getting married. Some put on a form of religion and even sought to proselytize me.
      Only to rejoin me shortly thereafter as we all still stood once again at the brink of our Mighty Red Sea.

I remember crafting a vessel of my own making to sail the seas of compromise for more opportunity for me.
      Only to be quickly driven back, washed ashore, forgetting the power of my own lusts, and the size of my Mighty Red Sea.

All those years I was forced to Church every week. I’m sure I heard some right things, yet I only sought occasion to flee.
     All this did was make my way worse, and add strength to that which needed no strength, my even Mightier Red Sea.

This Red Sea of mine was not always this mighty it was not always such a dominating force.
      In the early years of my youth it could have very easily been crossed, I was tender, but I ignored his voice.

Year after year, my Red Sea grew in size, and force laughing at my few feeble attempts to cross.
      Being blown about with a mighty wind leaving me cast me on the island of self-love, leaving me there to count my loss.

But then one day after spending hours under conviction I was asked by a Man sent from God, Wilt Thou be set Free?
      He had no idea of the battles I was fighting, and didn’t need to. He had no idea of the vastness of my Red Sea.

When I believed the report of the Man of God I walked up to the brink of my Red Sea wondering at my start.
      The Lord God took over from there as this vast Red Sea of my own making was now miraculously starting to part.

Things have never been the same, the demons in my life that bound me so tightly that I could not get set free
       I guess the Lord God took care of them, I know I don’t have to fight them anymore maybe he drowned them in my Red Sea.