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Sacred Life:

  A Christian Chapbook

  by Kim Bond

  Copyright © 2016 is held, all rights reserved, by Kim Bond.

  Questions about this publication should be directed to [email protected].

  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?