The Widow of Zarephath

June 29- July 5: 1 Kings 17:9-16 

Not a drop of rain in Zarephath 

Nor all throughout the land,

A little meal and oil left

Was all she had on hand.

With only just enough to make

For her and for her son,

A single cake as their last meal,

Their last and only one.

And in her state the Lord did send

A Prophet there to feed,

To ask of her to make a cake

Despite her desperate need.

The last of all they’d ever eat

Before they’d surely die,

But was this not a holy man

Sent from God on high?

And he spoke with words that calmed her fears

And promised without doubt,

In giving, both the meal and oil

Never would run out.

So she went and did according to 

The words the Prophet said,

With meal and oil she offered up 

The last of all her bread.

And every day the cruise and barrel

Ever did remain,

Until the day the Lord poured down

From heaven high the rain.

If the Lord doth ask of us

Indeed we can be sure,

That with his blessings He’ll return 

Ever so much more.

For He'll sustain His servants

In the midst of their travails,

His loving kindness never wastes

His mercy never fails.

 © Julianne Young 2026

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