The Lord told Elijah to tell the king
"No rain will fall on anything
For years ahead, except at My word,
Not a clap of thunder will even be heard."
After he spoke, Elijah found a ravine
His voice went unheard. He was not to be seen..
Ravens came daily with bread and meat,
So the Prophet had water and food to eat.
In time, however, the brook went dry,
And Elijah supposed he would now surely die;
But God told His Prophet to take the path
That would lead to the village of Zarephath.
"A widow there will supply your need,
Tho' she doesn't know now how she will feed
You and her son. They're out of flour.
She thinks they are near their final hour."
"Bring those sticks you have to build a fire.
We're not making of them a funeral pyre
Cook a cake of bread for me to eat.
For your son and yourself make a tasty treat!
This is the word of the Lord today.
Listen to what He has to say."
'Your jug of oil will never run dry,
Till rains once again fall from the sky.
Your jar of flour will not be used up.
Dip into it and fill up your cup.
You are hosting My Prophet for food and rest.
For your kindness, dear widow, you will be blest.'
This widow, today, goes without a real name.
Her act gained for her neither fortune or fame.
"She hath given all. All that she hath."
But her name is the name of her town, Zarephath.
I Kings 17:1-16