The distant gleaming harvest field
Had shone that day like sun-drenched gold.
The corn in full abundant yield
Was gathered in, one hundred fold.
She’d watched from far, her full heart blessed,
Contentment wrapped in sweetest rest.
Her joy, mere words could not express,
And songs of praise sincerely sung
Burst from a spring of thankfulness
For all God’s gifts. But most, a son,
Bestowed so unexpectedly
To them for whom it couldn’t be.
As summer followed summer, how
Each day had spilled with blessings brought.
But that was then - bleak darkness now
As short life ebbed, swiftly cut short.
Her son, her precious son, his breath
Abruptly snatched by alien death.
Could God, the God of life and health,
Freely bestow with hand open
A gift greater than life itself
Then swiftly take it back again?
In grief’s dark silent mystery
One journey - a necessity.
Elisha, Holy man of God,
Their welcome guest on many ‘a day.
Whene’er his nearing path had trod,
Precious and dear, his sacred stay.
To him she came in urgency,
Bitter distress, her only plea.
They journeyed home with heavy care,
She from his side refused to part.
The two made haste – the man of prayer,
The mother with a broken heart,
Who ‘spite the depths of anguished hour
Knew faith’s persisting keeping power.
In prayer, the prophet stretched his weight
Upon the lad with still heartbeat,
As if he would communicate
His own spirit and vital heat:
‘Lord, hear my prayer, give life, bequeath’
And on that lifeless form, God breathed.
With mouth to mouth, ‘In God’s great Name
Breathe into him life’s vital birth,’
With eyes to eyes, ‘Open the same
To once more see the light of earth.’
With hands to hands, ‘Put strength within
To hold, to touch, to feel again.’
The mighty God of power and light
Who once breathed life o’er formless deep,
Wakened the child from death’s dark night
Where he had lain in lasting sleep.
Such joy, beyond words, to express,
A family‘s heart-felt thankfulness.
‘Lord, you have breathed new birth and light
In my cold heart of death and sin.
Please daily Lord increase my sight
To know more of your power within.
Lord, take my life, however small,
My hands, my eyes, my mouth, my all.’
(2 Kings 4:8-37)
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