The Miraculous Meal

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Feb 11, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 6.

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The Miraculous Meal

By Delwin Rees Buckner
The prostrate prophet, with his faded beard Interred in tiny Cherith's cherished tide, Meanwhile he cools the throat that's parched and dried, Is startled strangely all at once and cheered, As his astounded eyes, so hunger-bleared, Are riveted on ravens, evening-dyed, Which strew crisp crumbs and fresh flesh by— his side; Then wing away with croakings, queer and weird, Tho starving souls urge useless prayers on Baal, Elijah, as he thankfully doth kneel, Knows well Jehovah worship is not vain; That never will his bread nor water fail, What tho the sky be like a dome of steel, Through which there filter ne'er a drop of rain.