A prophet of the people
Meeting men’s need
Bringing to life a son
A leprous to health
An axe head to float
At the cry of the people
Alas, it was bowered
Elisha, it restored
Hearing the cry of a widow
At the horror of losing
her two sons to slavery
No money to pay her debt
A jar of oil, that’s all
Under God’s power
The oil multiplied
The servant of God satisfied
Elisha walked with God
With faith to see the unseen
With just a prayer
His servant saw
Mountain filled with horses
Chariots of fire round about Elisha
To defeat the enemies
of that hour!
His heart followed
God’s heart with
Help for all until
Old and gray
He died in time
The people’s voice
Now echoing
Elisha, for you we cry
A true prophet to earth
Closed his eyes
In heaven he arrived
His final resting place
Where God and angels
For him waited
And him greeted
Well done, My servant!
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