Evermore

Ah distinctly I recall

When the rains would not fall

And the fields grew dry

From a scorching summer sun.

God's wrath waxed keen

Before the wicked queen

And righteous men were scarce

As coins in a beggar's cup.

Safe from the wrath

Following Cherith's path

The prophet fared on bread

Each and every day.

It was a miraculous thing

Borne on the raven's wing

And Elijah drank freely

From the bubbling brook.

How long would it last

This royal repast?

The raven's croak declared

Ever more! Ever more!

You've been there and so have I

When hope within seems to die.

Only to feel God's loving hand

And once again you live.

So, how long will He guide

Through life's heavy tide?

Just listen to the raven,

Evermore! Evermore!