Reginald Walker

Think On This Again, A Poetic Series

To the doctor, I must constantly go
Because my aches and pains hurt me so.
Gladly, I will take all his pills,
God, I hope they will heal my ills.
To the office for years, I went.
Imagine how much money, I spent.
At last, on my deathbed, here I lie.
God, I wish they will just let me die.
One thing I forgot, in the bible, I read
Jesus can heal me on my deathbed.

He was pierced through for our transgressions,
He was crushed for our iniquity;
The chastening for our peace fell upon Him,
And by His strips, we are healed.

My old friends think I am a fool.
To follow Jesus, all around.
My God, He really rules.
He will never let me down.
My old friends come and they go.
They always chase fortune and fame.
Jesus is my real friend, you know.
He knows more than just my name.

Finally, brethren,
Whatever is true,
Whatever is honorable,
Whatever is right,
Whatever is pure,
Whatever is lovely,
Whatever is of good repute,
If there is any excellence,
And if anything is worthy of praise,
Let you mind dwell on these things.

Copyrighted 2007

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 30, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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