Fever Pitch: a Jesus Healing Poem

Peter’s mother-in-law has a fever. His wife is a basket case. She laments loud and long.


Oh, Mama’s got a headache, my Mama’s got pain.

I fear she may never cook, ever again.

She cannot get up and out of her bed

Because the fever’s playing ping-pong with her head.


Oh, I’m doing the dishes, and I’m folding the clothes.

I’m burning the dinner. Someone, get me a hose,

Because Mama can’t help me and she can’t even try.

She feels so bad, we fear she’s going to die.


Peter’s wife is about to tear her hair out when Peter brings Jesus to the house. Soon his wife begins to change her tune.


Glad you came home, Peter. I was hoping you would.

Come to visit Mama? It might do her some good.

And by the way, could you give me a break?

Because I don’t know how much more of this I can take.


Peter sees that his wife is about to reach her wit’s end. Her frustration has reached a fever pitch. He pleads with Jesus to help his poor mother-in-law. Soon his wife is singing a different tune.


Jesus just took her hand. Now I see her rise.

And there’s a look of total shock in everyone’s eyes.

I see her jump up, much to my surprise,

For Jesus did the only thing that was wise.


Now, you may travel by camel or you may travel by car,

But a cup of sympathy by itself won’t get you too far.

However, Christ’s compassion goes quite a long way.

All you have to do is bend your knees and pray.



Peter and the other disciples with him in the house echo that last word:


Take time to pray!



Now, the power of Jesus is something Mama knows,

Because she’s feeling mighty good from her head to her toes.

For she knows that Jesus came to make her whole,

Not just to heal her body but to save her soul!


Now, we can trust Jesus in our time of need.

He’ll come to our rescue – oh yes, indeed!

Because He’ll always love us and He’ll always care.

All you need to do is invite Him and He’ll be there.








A Better Year Filled With Good Cheer

Here’s to a better year filled with good Cheer!

So, don’t jeer, sneer or fear as you pass the root beer, Dear.

For God will make every trial worthwhile,

Returning to the Nile the crocodile with toothy smile

That raises its ugly head. It wants to see you dead,

But we need live with no dread.

Instead of trying to hide fleshly pride

That makes you feel as if you died inside,

Why not choose humility which breeds civility?

Also, please know it’s not your own ability

Or agility which leads to tranquility

As well as a sense of stability.

For the person who’s been jilted,

It doesn’t mean you’ve wilted.

Therefore, don’t get in a snit

Or spit or throw a hissy fit

When you can speak God’s wit,

As He who pulled you from the pit sees fit.

If you would have a better year filled with good cheer,

Then what you need first and foremost is a resurrection of affection.

It’s the kind of infection that grants protection,

A glorious fruit inspection

With zero gloom detection

Minus any need for correction.

It’s the sort of prosperity that breeds charity,

Though some call it a rarity.

I proclaim with all sincerity:

Here’s to a better year filled with good cheer!