Desperate widow crying to the Prophet she runs
Dear one let your soul be at peace
Many creditors hounding, demanding due funds
Never fear Love, the oil will not cease.
Unlikely wellspring hidden in a small cruse of oil
Precious saint let your mind be at ease
Great reward crowns your labor, much fruit begets your toil
Be assured friend, the oil will not cease.
Many vessels borrow from friends near and far
Anxious one let your heart be at rest
Unending streams keep pouring, overflowing each jar
Rejoice, for your oil will be blessed!
With wonder and amazement the Prophet to tell
Life no longer a throat-choking squeeze
Clear the debt now, live in comfort, say your soul It is well!
Oh be glad saint for the oil will not cease!
Copyright 2006 by Grace D. Gana
Based on 2 Kings 4:1-8
Dedicated to My Beautiful and Loving Mother, Mrs. Joanah E. Gana
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