"What do you have?"
"Just a little oil,"
The prophet's widow cried.
"Enough," he said,
"Go gather vessels
And bring them all inside."
"Not just a few,
Go ask your neighbors
To give you all you need.
Do not return without empty jars--
My God will intercede."
The widow went
Knocking door to door
As she was asked to do,
Obedient
To the Prophet's word
For God to see her through.
She went inside
And shut her door
And then began to pour.
The oil did flow
As she filled each jar
Until there were no more.
The stream of oil
Would no longer flow
When ev'ry jar was full.
The widow knew
That God had performed
For her a miracle.
She sold the oil
And paid all her debts,
With more enough to spare,
And learned that day
That little's enough
When multiplied by prayer.
Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
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