A Friendly Reminder

The Book of Revelation can often be perceived as the most confusing book in the bible. It is and has been a source of division within Christian ranks and many "isms" have developed due to conflicting views. Postmillennialism, Premillennialism, Amillennialism, Pretribulationalism, Posttribulationalism. Most of these would score pretty well on a Scrabble board, but don't detract from the truth about Christ's return. Whether the saints have been raptured first or have to live through the great tribulation remains contentious, but Paul was definitely talking in the first person when he said in 1 Thessalonians 4:17 

"Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air ..."

Paul was talking as if he expected it might happen in his own day. It may yet happen in our own.    

A day soon approaches. Let those with ears hear

We know not the day nor the hour nor year

Seated on a white horse, clothed in power and might

When He comes, it will be like a thief in the night

From the ends of the Earth all the mighty convene

The kings and their generals and mighty machines

Countless warships in ocean and jets in the air

Who can stand in the way of such strength and despair?

Aligning themselves with the lord of the dark

People worship his beast and they carry his mark

With blindness and hatred, they spurn all restraint

Their steel dripping red with the blood of God’s saints

Despite Fathers’ plea through His witnesses sent

They endure His full wrath and still fail to repent

He burns the great city and though they all mourn

With their fists raised on high, still they holler their scorn

The trumpets have blown. Heavens gates open wide

Through walks a horse with one sitting astride

His robe dipped in blood and His eyes so ablaze

For Him all creation was born to give praise

Many crowns on His head, He comes forth to wage war

Heavens armies behind Him, the angels all roar

The King of all Kings and The Lord of all Lords

His Word that gave life, now a double edged sword

All the mighty of men and the beast gather nigh

With their weapons of war, STILL they seek to defy

Spurned by the beast and that dragon the traitor

In vain they join battle against their Creator

The beast and his prophet, the liar of liars

Are captured and thrown into Hell’s greatest fire

And Satan, that dragon, though locked up for a time

Will join his companions to pay for his crimes

And what of mankind who wage war in their pride?

Jesus opens His mouth and the lot of ‘em die

All those who stood tall, from the greatest to least

Will be fodder for birds at the greatest of feasts

Will it be in our time? Only God knows the day

So join Him and know Him and love Him and pray

The truth is He loves you, so don’t be unnerved

But His justice is coming and it WILL be served!

The Road Less Traveled

His biographers disagree on his religious views but Robert Frost called himself "an Old Testament Christian." Whatever that may mean, I have always loved this poem and many of Frost's other poetry. As Christians we are called upon to take the road less traveled and to not get swept up and carried away by the crowd, so I thought this poem was appropriate to share.

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

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

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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:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

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

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

New Year Acrostic - a Poem for the New Year - Yahoo

New Year Acrostic - a Poem for the New Year

N igh draws the New Year
E veryone takes stock
W eighing past and future

Complete poem at: New Year Acrostic - a Poem for the New Year - Yahoo