Sacred Life:
A Christian Chapbook
by Kim Bond
Copyright © 2016 is held, all rights reserved, by Kim Bond.
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This poetry collection is dedicated to our Lord.
NOTICE
The works contained within this publication are an expression of artistic devotion to God, commentary on society and life, and conventional entertainment. This publication is not intended to be autobiographical in nature or to teach Christian theology or doctrine. Names, characters, and places are fictional and are used in a fictitious manner.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Scriptures taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide.www.zondervan.com. The “NIV” and “New International Version” are trademarks registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office by Biblica, Inc.™
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Sacred Life
Human Trafficking
Jehovah Jireh
The Villain
Dain
Potential
Good Friday
Rage
Other Version of You
The Great Coach
Beseech His Grace
Balloons and Paperweights
Blood Stains
The Heart's Condition
Torn
Come Near
The Truth
Poets
"It"
Resurrection
Way of Evil
Love
God's Word
Decision
Note to Readers
Water
Here…
water is plentiful and cheap,
When I’m thirsty for a drink,
It flows freely into my sink,
Seems impossible to deplete!
There…
water is hard to buy and sell,
When they’re thirsty for a sip,
It’s a dangerous eight-mile trip,
Their need—a freshwater well.
We would be remiss,
to look and not to see,
this need to be a friend,
Jesus said this:
“He who drinks of me
will never thirst again.”
Sacred Life
If only I were an eagle,
The mountains are steep,
And I am a weary traveler.
My compass fell from a cliff,
My nose is bleeding,
I can barely breathe.
If only I were a fish,
The waves crash hard,
And I am a weak swimmer.
My life jacket drifted away,
My arms are flailing,
I can barely breathe.
Life feels sacred,
when it seeps away,
have mercy on me, God,
for never cherishing it.
She’s my daughter,
She’s her sister,
She’s their friend,
but to others, she’s just a picture
in the end.
Human Trafficking
She’s a model,
She’s a stripper
She’s more than that—
She’s a victim.
She sells her body
but it takes a toll on her soul
And the money, well she has to hand it over
to her earthly master—
yep, the human trafficker.
The girl was tricked and nabbed
Escaping’s not a possibility
‘cause if she runs or blabs
they will strike her family.
They feed her drugs and lots of gin
Cause she hates all this
And has to fake all this
But buyers are fooled by her sexy grin.
Buyers buy, sell, and facilitate
because they have money to compensate
But would they really if they knew the truth that…
She’s my daughter,
She’s her sister,
She’s their friend
And ultimately, she’s God’s daughter
in the end.
"It would be better for them to be thrown into the sea with a millstone tied around their neck than to cause one of these little ones to stumble." —Luke 17:2
Jehovah Jireh
Lord, You are a diamond
set in real gold
Me, I am plain clay
Not much to behold.
Lord, You are a shiny new dime
ready to buy a ball of gum
Me, I am a piece of pocket lint
being flicked off a thumb.
God Almighty, Who am I
that You would notice me?
Jehovah Jireh, Who are we
that You care for us so tenderly?