The Widows’ Plight. – An adaptation of 1 Kings 18
The little boy stood in the cold
Looking at an empty bowl
His mother opened and just stared
At a cupboard that was bare
Except for a few ingredients
That occupied a lonely shelf
She turned and looked upon her son her mind rolling back to one
One glorious summer not so long ago
When they were care free without a woe
Her husband playing with the boy
On the grass with all his toys
The animals noisy in the yard
And family visiting from afar, were
Making joyous noises, one and all
A feast stretched out before their eyes
But alas, one year, it did not rain
And all the green and luscious plains
Turned brown, and crisp and then to dust
Her husband felt that he could not just
Sit around, and watch them starve to death
So wrapping on his very best
He went in search of food to eat
His son watching as his feet
Became a distance spot afar
Expecting that a month from now
The lonely house would fill with sound
Of daddy laughing at a joke
With mother cooking at the stove
However weeks turned to months
Twelve months a year
His wife looked out but had the fear
That comes from deep within, you know
That daddy isn’t coming home
The large provisions he had left
Were now all gone, in time all eat
And now remained but flour and oil
The final testament to her husbands toil
She looked to heaven, just to see
Would someone really answer me?
If God would grant a special seal
Upon our last and final meal
Yet water, water was the cry she heard
From a prophet standing close by
A little cup, if you please
To help the bread go down with ease
I have no bread, was her reply
Flour and oil and then we die
From Elijah, for that was his name
Quick as a flash the answer came
Do not worry you will see
Please cook a little just for me
And God will bless this meagre meal
And grant on it his holy seal
Just test the lord and you will see
Him provide flour and oil abundantly
And so it was the widow’s fate
That some time at a later date
Her son took sick and then he died
Would heaven hear her mournful cry?
Man of God what have you done
To my one and only son
Elijah saw the widow’s plight
He took the boy in that he might
Present him to the lord above
Praying for eternal love
Laying out his hands, three times he did
In order for the boy to live
And breath returned unto his soul
The lord had met Elijah’s goal
Joy returned onto that house
Laughter filled the air once more
The widow holding Elijah’s hand said
You are indeed a man of God.
The little boy stood in the cold
Looking at an empty bowl
His mother opened and just stared
At a cupboard that was bare
Except for a few ingredients
That occupied a lonely shelf
She turned and looked upon her son her mind rolling back to one
One glorious summer not so long ago
When they were care free without a woe
Her husband playing with the boy
On the grass with all his toys
The animals noisy in the yard
And family visiting from afar, were
Making joyous noises, one and all
A feast stretched out before their eyes
But alas, one year, it did not rain
And all the green and luscious plains
Turned brown, and crisp and then to dust
Her husband felt that he could not just
Sit around, and watch them starve to death
So wrapping on his very best
He went in search of food to eat
His son watching as his feet
Became a distance spot afar
Expecting that a month from now
The lonely house would fill with sound
Of daddy laughing at a joke
With mother cooking at the stove
However weeks turned to months
Twelve months a year
His wife looked out but had the fear
That comes from deep within, you know
That daddy isn’t coming home
The large provisions he had left
Were now all gone, in time all eat
And now remained but flour and oil
The final testament to her husbands toil
She looked to heaven, just to see
Would someone really answer me?
If God would grant a special seal
Upon our last and final meal
Yet water, water was the cry she heard
From a prophet standing close by
A little cup, if you please
To help the bread go down with ease
I have no bread, was her reply
Flour and oil and then we die
From Elijah, for that was his name
Quick as a flash the answer came
Do not worry you will see
Please cook a little just for me
And God will bless this meagre meal
And grant on it his holy seal
Just test the lord and you will see
Him provide flour and oil abundantly
And so it was the widow’s fate
That some time at a later date
Her son took sick and then he died
Would heaven hear her mournful cry?
Man of God what have you done
To my one and only son
Elijah saw the widow’s plight
He took the boy in that he might
Present him to the lord above
Praying for eternal love
Laying out his hands, three times he did
In order for the boy to live
And breath returned unto his soul
The lord had met Elijah’s goal
Joy returned onto that house
Laughter filled the air once more
The widow holding Elijah’s hand said
You are indeed a man of God.