I wonder if Elijah asked for some space
As he left his poor servant alone.
He wandered forward to the broom tree
And asked God to just take him home.
Discouraged at living a life on the run
He found all he needed in shade from the sun.
I wonder if the servant ever would hear
Just what had happened when angels came near
How God looked with pity on Elijah’s poor state
How when he came empty, God filled his plate.
I wonder if Elijah, filled with despair
Released his own servant, who hadn’t a care
Was it for his safety,
that he was released?
Surely he’d have stayed
If aware of the feast.
A cake made by angels
Deserving of praise
For on it, Elijah
Survived 40 days.
words from wick 