Miracle Feeding

Ravens Feeding Elijah

Gift through Ravens

In days of old, the prophet hid

From Ahab's wrath, his life forbid

Amidst the wilderness so wide

He sought refuge, but none to abide

Yet in his solitude, a wondrous sight

A pair of ravens, black as night

Brought him bread and flesh each day

Morning and evening, without delay

Their wings would beat, a haunting sound

As they descended to the ground

Their beaks held forth a precious gift

For the prophet's soul, for his  spirit to lift.

Elijah's hunger was satisfied

By these birds that did provide;

And from the brook, he drank his fill -

Symbols of hope, their gifts of power.