I have commanded the ravens to feed

My prophet in his hour of need.

No one should think it strange to see,

A bird taking meat to my chosen!

I’ve used stranger things than that before,

An ass’s jaw, and so much more.

A cruel pharaoh’s daughter upon the seashore,

To draw from the water my chosen!

A little boy with a sling and stone,

To bring down the haughty champion.

All these things Mu Hand hath done,
Shall I not feed my chosen?

How different from ours God’s wondrous ways,

To furnish a special meal that day.

Can you not imagine you hear Him say,

Will I not provide for my chosen?

The fowl of the air and the fish of the seas,

The waves of the ocean, and the wild beasts,

If men would not do it, the rocks would praise Me,

Though I dwell in the praise of my chosen!

A brook, not a river. So soon will be dry,

But the ravens are listening, my man to supply.

My creatures in whom I can always rely,

To help me sustain all my chosen!

For what if the water is only a brook?

Have you not read in My Holy Book,

That none of my creatures I ever forsook?

No, I will provide for my chosen!

My ravens now stand to hear my request,

Then eagerly go to fulfill my behest.

Wilt thou also be ready to stand this test,

And serve on behalf of my chosen?

These birds of prey? Can I depend

On them to feed my prophet friend?

They’ll come twice daily to the end,

And faithfully tend my chosen!

The prophet might favor another place.

It’s here I can show him the needed grace,

And here I can stand before His face,

And show mercy on my chosen!