Artwork by Breana Glasson
My barrel nearly empty, my heart aching I grieved,
Hoping for a miracle; that our suffering be relieved.
Then I heard you call to me, and my heart knew,
Whatever this holy man asks, is what I’m meant to do.
Gently you required that I give all I had,
With a sacred promise; that God would make me glad.
So I prepared with faith my last cake for you,
Knowing all was well, for God is good and true.
Returning to my barrel each day I found more,
My God did sustain us and we were able to endure.
Always I will remember that by faith I was sustained,
My choice to give you everything, is why my meal remained.
Written by Michelene Glasson
1 Kings 17:9-16
"Arise, get thee to Zarephath, which belongeth to Zidon, and dwell there: behold, I have commanded a widow woman there to sustain thee. So he arose and went to Zarephath. And when he came to the gate of the city, behold, the widow woman was there gathering of sticks: and he called to her, and said, Fetch me, I pray thee, a little water in a vessel, that I may drink. And as she was going to fetch it, he called to her, and said, Bring me, I pray thee, a morsel of bread in thine hand. And she said, As the Lord thy God liveth, I have not a cake, but an handful of meal in a barrel, and a little oil in a cruse: and, behold, I am gathering two sticks, that I may go in and dress it for me and my son, that we may eat it, and die. And Elijah said unto her, Fear not; go and do as thou hast said: but make me thereof a little cake first, and bring it unto me, and after make for thee and for thy son. For thus saith the Lord God of Israel, The barrel of meal shall not waste, neither shall the cruse of oil fail, until the day that the Lord sendeth rain upon the earth. And she went and did according to the saying of Elijah: and she, and he, and her house, did eat many days. And the barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil fail, according to the word of the Lord, which he spake by Elijah."