Without fire, Baal's voice, which they had inquired, was absent
They dressed their bullocks , and leaped to their altar, like flock
Their blood was useless crud in creating fire
Their faith was a swathe not a healer
Elijah's twelve stones represented Israel's twelve tribes' convent
He constructed an altar for Yahweh with stones, making Yahweh a zone
He dug a trench around it with seeds and his creed
He poured four water barrels on his dismembered offering
They drenched his sacrifice thrice and then filled the trench
He prayed that Yahweh would come and stay
Yahweh's fire consumed his offering and spread fumes
They decided to worshipped Yahweh because of Yahweh's ownership of this
His servant went to the sea eight times, until he saw Yahweh's will
Yahweh's hands appeared as rain clouds, and there was a crowd
The rain gushed like the blood of Baal's slain prophets
Yahweh's hands were on him and he ran with Ahab
Under a juniper tree, he made a plea to Yahweh for his death
An angel touched him, and told him to get on his feet, and eat
He ate, and was filled with the strength of forty day, and nights, without the weight
A storm that was out of the norm came
Seven thousand were spared who didn't swear allegiance to Baal
Elisha was plowing with twelve oxen yokes soaked
Elisha gave them boiled oxen flesh to savor in God's favor
Elisha administered unto him, and ministered Yahweh's word to them
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Gospel & Intel by Rhizome Olivia Quondam
SpiritualThis is a collection of some of my Christian poetry, written over the course of over twelve years. I've gone through denominational changes, so that is reflected in some of my poetry. It contains sermons, analysis, prayers, thoughts, hymns, and psal...
