The Floating Ax Head

Down by the Jordan, under the sun. Prophets were working. Swinging as one.

Building a place where they all could stay. Chopping the trees, clearing the way.

Oh, splash! Down it goes, an iron ax in the water

flows. But it was borrowed, the young man cried.

Elisha stood calmly by his side. "Show me the spot," the prophet said.

He cut a stick and bowed his head. He tossed it in where the

ax had gone, and something happened that shone like dawn. Oh look!

What a sight! The iron floated, shining bright. Reach out your hand,