“Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God” (2 Corinthians 1:4).
The sun is high and hot; the brook makes little sound;
Elijah gazes ’round upon the dry and barren ground;
His prayer had been, “No rain”; he suffered with the rest
Of Israel, who forsook the Lord; a nation once so blessed.
Might we surmise he yet, in quietness, prayed still,
Communing with His Lord, wanting to know His will?
When is the time to move? Will ravens still provide?
Should I in faith move on, Jehovah by my side?
“The brook dried up,” and yet, in faith, another test:
“Arise, and go, and dwell”: Jehovah’s way is best;
Two sticks, a drink, a cake: Am I content with these?
It is His path, His choice, not to myself to please.
Is loneliness your lot? Does no one understand?
Enjoy His fresh supply; give ear to His command!
You’ll find the road will lead to others you can bless —
Some starving soul that needs refreshment you possess.
C. P. H.