Elisha's Portion

 Desperate, I am for more..

To boldly knock, on heaven's door.

Elisha's portion, is my need..

To uproot every, evil weed.


In hunger, I will usher in..

The springs of time, to fight and win.

How I ache, to soar up high..

And touch the weak, who sit and cry.


Perhaps in haste, I rage like Saul..

But without fear, I will be Paul.

Though shipwreck comes, with winds of woe..

I will conquer, every evil foe.


Where I rest my head, this night..

The stars above, will be my light.

As pillars fire, keep me warm..

I know my God, is my calm


in the storm.

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