Thursday, March 26, 2015

Pills and Potions

In a fallen world, stained with sin, sickness and disease
We soldier on towards the goal, often ill at ease
When we’re great we oft display an air of nonchalance
But when we’re sick we cry to God and wait for His response

While we wait impatiently, we go and see the doc
We sit in patient waiting rooms, our eyes fixed on the clock
When finally in, he coolly speaks and says “Go get undressed.
So I can place this freezing lump of metal on your chest.”

When all is said and done, we go, some paper in our hands
For something that’s supposed to heal our heads and fix our glands
With heads bowed low and elbows tucked, we break into a run
Towards that modern marvel of the world - there’s something there for everyone

If your blood begins to clot
Ticlopidine can hit the spot
If you have high cholesterol
Why not try Colestipol

When your sinuses are stuck
Some Ephedrine may clear the muck
Benign Prostate Hyperplasia?
Finasteride can help that caper

When it comes to Hypertension
Hydralazine is worth a mention
Hydroxyzine can help your Hives
Caffeine helps us stay alive

If your scalp begins to snow
Coal Tar may help stem the flow
If your bald spot fails to thrill
Go get some Minoxidil

Up all evening counting sheep?
Melatonin helps you sleep
When wiping pains your Haemorrhoids
You need Adrenocorticoids

If you go to certain areas
You may wind up in hysteria
The climate’s warm, the mozzies swarm
Injecting their malaria
Take Proguanil and Chloroquine
Primaquene and Quinidine
Then Hydroxychloroquine
Your features mightn’t seem as green

For sore knees NSAID’s
SSRI’s for OCD’s
If you have Suckle Cell Disease
Hydroxyurea if you please

Vertigo needs Meclizine
Parasites - Pentamidine
Nausea - Scopolomine
Muscle Cramp - Tizanidine

Barbiturates, Salicylates
Nitrates and Meprobamate
Venlafaxine, Azelastine
And all the antihistamines

Antivirals for your flu
Laxatives to help you poo
If runny when you defecate
Bismuth Subsalicylate

If you have itchy, flaky skin
Or Ringworm growing on your chin
There’s 7000 types of cream
There’s just enough to make you scream!

With heat packs stacked on aching backs, we press towards the goal
We wonder whether prayers are heard but know God’s in control
The King of Kings will grant us wings one day when we’re set free
But as for now Lord, thank you for our local Pharmacy

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Poem: Love, Stability and Peace

As His children, grafted into the Living Tree,
we should be bearing the Spirit’s fruit of:
joy, peace, patience, gentleness, goodness,
faithfulness, kindness, willpower and Love.

Christian examples are desperately needed,
for a dying World that is going to hell.
Waving a Bible, filled with holy principles,
has never worked, but genuine actions tell

them the absolute truth about Jesus Christ.
Can we expect the unsaved to find release,
when ongoing demonstrations of poor behavior,
don’t reflect His… Love, stability and peace?

Author Notes

Loosely based on:
Gal 5:13-26; Rom 3:21-26; Eph 4:17-32

Learn more about me and my poetry at:

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

Poem: Unceasing in Prayer

I’m casting my cares upon You,
while praying throughout the day.
I’m thankful for our relationship
and the Love of Your sacred sway

that permeates my entire being.
For I’ll keep on talking to You,
discussing the issues of my life,
since You will bring me through

safely by Your divine guidance.
In You alone, faith is entrusted,
as this analytical mindset of mine
had been vigorously readjusted.

Knowing that You’re everywhere,
I’ll remain… unceasing in prayer!

Author Notes

Loosely based on: Psa 42; 1 Thes 5:16-18; 1 Pet 5:6-7;
John 16:13; Eph 3:16

Learn more about me and my poetry at:

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Poem: Let Me Touch His Garment

Many doctors had failed to heal her;
her wealth was gone; unable to cope,
seemingly having no options left, she…
faced the idea of being bereft of hope.

A difficult issue of continual bleeding,
had bothered this woman for twelve years;
purposely maneuvering through the crowd,
she hoped to meet Christ, and draw near.

“If only, I could physically touch Him,
my personal need can be forever met.”
Summoning the last of her inner strength,
she pressed onward without any regret.

Her health was dramatically worsening
and drastic action was now required;
since Christ was visibly close by,
perhaps healing she urgently desired

would become available to her this day.
Moving boldly with faith towards Him,
silently reaching out for his garment
with her weakened, slender limb…

she briefly caressed the hem of His robe.
And suddenly- her discomfort was gone!
Without warning, virtue leapt out of Him;
and now He wanted a face to gaze upon.

To everyone’s astonishment, He stopped;
then came the simple, unexpected question:
“Who touched me?” He patiently inquired.
Initially, there was apparent confusion,

from not knowing who, He was addressing.
Scared and embarrassed, she fell face down
at His feet, ready to weep and apologize.
“Rise up my daughter, from the dusty ground;

tell me your life’s story of suffering;
since your faith was successfully released,
My strength has cured you of your agony;
return home with my blessings and peace.”

Author Notes
Loosely based on:
Mark 5:24-34

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Author/poet, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Christmas Acrostic: Cry Eternal Herald Angels

Cry Eternal Herald Angels - a Christmas Acrostic

 C ry eternal herald angels
'H ere is mercy come to man!'
 R ighteous ones will see His glory
 I n every nation, every land.
 S evering the chains that bind us,
 T ies of death will be released,
 M aking us the heir of ages
 A uthored by the Prince of Peace--
 S avior and our souls' reprieve.

© 2013 Kathryn Darden

Read the original poem here: Cry Eternal Herald Angels - a Christmas Acrostic--Christian Activities

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

What was it like, Father?

What was it like when you realized?
When you knew there was no other way?
Did you sit Him down and look into His eyes?
Did He flinch at the price He would pay?

Did a hesitant note manifest in His tone
When He said “OK Dad – I’ll go”?
Was there no hesitation at leaving His throne?
Did you know that He wouldn’t say no?

What was it like when you bid Him goodbye
To descend to the world as a man?
Did He depart with a tear in His eye
Or was He eager to see out the plan?

Did He know that His love would come under attack
From those He was trying to save?
Did He know that the flesh would be stripped from His back?
That His grief would come wave after wave?

What was it like when the moment arrived?
When our sin tore your eyes from His face?
Did you look away with a tear in your eye
When He carried our marks of disgrace?

He knew that the blood from the thorns on His brow
Was the only way we could be freed
Could He see through the pain? Was He looking to now?
Was it then He was looking at me?

What was it like when He let out that cry?
Was the silence in Heaven profound?
Did the wind hesitate? Did the earth give a sigh?
As you thundered and shook the ground?

Did the heavenly legions show poise and control
As the soldier thrust into His side?
Did they yearn to ride out and exact their own toll
And avenge Heaven’s King as He died?

What was it like when He silenced the cries?
When the stone was rolled back from the cave?
With your plan of perfection no longer disguised
Jesus holding the key to the grave?

Was the shouting in Heaven like nothing before?
Did the Universe shake from the din?
Did the devil turn tail when he heard them all roar?
When he lost his firm grip on our sin?

What was it like when He rose through the sky?
Was the reception committee well planned?
Was there ever a word to describe such a high
As He took His seat at your right hand?

I just can’t imagine such love overflow
When you took Him back into your arms
That same force of love that caused Him to go
To fetch me back home safe from harm