Elijah was a man of God,
Great power he did see;
He worshiped the Eternal One,
A mighty God is He!
Now Ahab was a wicked king,
A wicked king indeed,
He bowed before the idol Baal
A horrid god was he!
Elijah called the people near;
To Carmel’s mount they came.
“Now you will see which god is real;
Which one will you now claim?”
Four-hundred-fifty priests of Baal,
They built an altar tall,
They shouted, danced, and cried aloud,
With knives they let blood fall.
Elijah mocked their useless cries,
“Is Baal gone on a trip?
Perhaps your god is still asleep!”
A smile upon his lip.
From morn ‘til night they cried and begged,
An answer never came.
Four-hundred-fifty priests had failed;
Baal did not show his fame.
Elijah laid down twelve strong stones.
He calmly, softly prayed,
“Let all now see Your pow’r and might;
Lord, show yourself today.”
He called for water to be poured
O’er sacrifice and wood.
The water flowed through every crack,
Absorbing all it could.
From heaven, streaked a ball of fire!
The people shrieked in fright.
It burnt the bull, the wood, the stones,
And water within sight.
Elijah thrilled at God’s display,
“A faithful God is He!”
The people bowed before His pow’r,
“The only God is He!”
By: Yvonne Blake