The Great Physician

You are balm to our spirit, Lord,
You set free our souls.
Not another can compete
With the healing You know.

Stethoscope,Bandaid,First Aid Kit

You are a merciful provider,
Whose stock will never run dry,
Taking prayerful petitions
In the blink of an eye.

The brand that you carry
Is as timeless as love,
Having no side-effects
Since it’s made from above.

Your doses are safe,
Containing all that we need.
You prescribe to us freely,
Without any greed.

You calm angst and fear
With just a command.
None other can claim that
Throughout all the land.

We would buy up stock,
Sell all that we now own,
To show support for you, oh, Lord,
For all Your mercies shown.

Lawsuits would only be
A thing told in fables past.
You know what truly ails us;
Your care is unsurpassed.

Our home is soon with you,
We are only here on loan
To this earthly world,
Its cares and many groans.

We do refer you often,
For we truly love your work.
You are the best provider,
And our praises you deserve.

Your practice grows daily,
As more put trust in you.
Your fame grows in leaps,
Your patients, they accrue.

Thank you, Lord, for blessing us,
And helping us live strong.
Your accolades precede you,
And the list it is quite long.

You are a merry physician;
You have a ready smile.
Thank you for your medicine,
Which conquers many trials.

We will bid adieu, yes,
For now we say goodbye
To the best physician known,
Whose home is in the sky.

© Kari L. Greenaway

Scripture References:
Proverbs 3:7-8 Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the Lord, and depart from evil. It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.
Proverbs 17:22 A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
Matthew 4:4 But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.
Matthew 9:11-13 And when the Pharisees saw it, they said unto his disciples, why eateth your Master with publicans and sinners? But when Jesus heard that, he said unto them, they that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick. But go ye and learn what that meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacrifice: for I am not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.

(Praise / Prayer Christian Poetry / Christian Poems)

This poem can be found in the book, “There is a God: A Collection of Christian Poetry”

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