Mary's TreasureУзорак

Praise for the One Who Makes a Way

The magnitude this moment carried not lost,

I burst into singing, praise without exhaust.

My song mirrored one lifted so long ago

That Miriam raised up at Egypt’s great blow.

God parted the sea for His chosen make way

With same hand He calms storms, commands waves to stay.

While He is quite able to tread on sea’s foam

Our foes, like our sins, sink to depths like a stone.

I kept a small shell from the sea’s edge that day

Recalling great barriers taken away

With His mighty hand He will humble the proud,

With His grace extended, lifts faces once bowed.