Pagan prophets shouted and danced in a line.
“Hey, Baal. Can you hear us? Please give us a sign.”
They screamed until their throats were scratchy and sore,
But the sky stayed quite silent … then silent some more.
God’s prophet Elijah laughed and said with a grin,
“Shout louder. Perhaps he’s just now checked in—
Or checked out. Maybe he’s busy or went for a walk.
He must be tired and sleeping, snoring while you talk.”
They jumped and they wailed. They cut themselves and cried.
They pleaded the whole day until the sun started to slide.
But nothing came falling—neither spark, smoke, nor flame,
For shouting at nothing brought nothing much the same.
Then Elijah stepped forward—no frenzy, no show,
Just one simple prayer, spoken steady and slow.
Whoosh. came the fire from God on high—
No nap, no delay, no excuse from the sky.
So remember, my friends, when noise fills the air:
True power is found when we go to God in prayer.
You don’t summon light with screams for your part.
You submit to God who already hears your heart.
