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Sacred Life: A Chapbook of Christian Poems

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.



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.



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.™




Sacred Life

Human Trafficking

Jehovah Jireh

The Villain



Good Friday


Other Version of You

The Great Coach

Beseech His Grace

Balloons and Paperweights

Blood Stains

The Heart’s Condition


Come Near

The Truth




Way of Evil


God’s Word


Note to Readers




water is plentiful and cheap,

When I’m thirsty for a drink,

It flows freely into my sink,

Seems impossible to deplete!



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?


*Jehovah Jireh is a name of God derived from the translation of “The Lord will provide” (Genesis 22:14).

[]The Villain


When I kissed those lips,

It was the same lips

that had never been nursed

by a mother’s breast.


When I kissed your cheek,

It was the same cheek

that had one day been slapped

by your mom in a fitful rage.


When I signed on the line,

I should have read the fine print,

that most days you would

inwardly cringe from me,

as you once cringed from her,

and you would live in fear

you would be abandoned

because she had forsaken you.


I only ask that you give me

a clean slate—a fresh start,

I ask you to see me for me

instead of making me

into shadow puppets

of your villainous mother.



His skin looked paperwhite

I asked him his name

He said “Dain Blythe—

But you can call me Dain.”

He dressed like a butler

but I could tell he was a master

of phantoms and demons,

I sailed straight for disaster.

I asked him a question

“Are you flesh and bone?”

He picked up a blade

and sharpened it on whetstone.

I turned to flee

And felt him chasing me

Then I called out “Jesus Christ!”

He dropped his knife,

I said it again,

He vanished from sight.


“Whenever the impure spirits saw him, they fell down before him and cried out, ‘You are the Son of God.’” —Mark 3:11



I look at you and admire

the great stuff you could do

if only you’d aspire.

If you had more confidence,

you could be more prominent;

If you had less reluctance,

you’d have more abundance;

If you had more hope

and found better ways to cope.

I wish you could see you

the way that I do

Then God would give wings

to all the things you dream.

“….Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.’ “ —Mathew 17:20

[]Good Friday


My heart keeps repeating,

When I close my eyes,

I keep on seeing,

A man of sorrows,

Broken and bleeding.

I offer an embrace,

To lend some comfort,

As He hangs in disgrace,

And He looks up at me,

With blood on His face.

Can my faith really reach,

Through time to soothe Him,

As He hangs by a thief,

Though He is blameless,

And acquainted with grief.


“He was despised and rejected by mankind; a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.” —Isaiah 53:3



Your anger runs off the tracks,

Like a speeding freight train,

Scything creatures and kids,

Seething like toxic rain.


It’s electrified,

Completely out of control,


No one even tries to slow.


Next time you get angry with me,

Count backwards from three,

Cause I’m no longer standing by ,

Waiting for sparks to fly.


Taste some of God’s fruit,

He can easily subdue,

All that hatred inside,

If only you ask Him to.


“Do not make friends with a hot-tempered person, do not associate with one easily angered…” —Proverbs 22:24

“In your anger do not sin”: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry…” —Ephesians 4:26

[]Other Version of You


There was someone who looked a lot like you…

sitting right next to me in the church pew….

same hair, same face, same clothes….

except he raised his hand…

when the pastor invited us into Christ’s kingdom.


And you’d never do that…

cause you are always in bed past noon on Sundays…

sleeping off the drunkenness from the night before…

and Christ is the last thing on your mind.


A month passed since I last saw that version of you…

then I saw him again next to me in the church pew…

with a genuine grin that testifies of the Lord…

and a sparkle that speaks of the Holy Spirit.


And I wish it really was you…

That you were healthy and happy…

Instead your body is wasting away from your vices….

And my heart is on the floor.


“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.” -Ezekiel 36:26

[]The Great Coach

God saw me miss when I tried to kick the ball;

He saw me shoot and miss the net;

He saw me panting and out of breath;

Much to my surprise, after it all,

He hugged me and beamed

You made the team! 1


He said He is such a great coach

He can do much more with little

than others can do with the most2

He would train me and never give up

And stick with me when times got tough.3


The future, He already saw

And He says our team wins

Now people watch in awe

When on my finger, the ball spins

Thanks to His coaching technique,

Which is the love about which I speak.4

1 “But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.” —1Corinthians 1:27

2 “…where sin increased, grace increased all the more…” —Romans 5:20

^3 “^…being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” — Philippians 1:6

^4 “^The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” — Zephaniah 3:17

[]Beseech His Grace


The nations who pine after riches

are stricken with destitution;

Countries who lost their hope

have children in prostitution;

Nations with proud heritages

are taunted by afflictions;

Those who proclaim they are free

are tethered by addictions.


Who among men will plead their case?

Let those who call on God beseech His grace.

You were a red balloon

floating up to the sky,

I was a paperweight,

who never said goodbye.

[]Balloons and Paperweights


I admired the way

you never looked back,

You admired how steadily

I stood on that stack.


I guess that’s why

God caused us to meet,

so we could see each

one of us is truly unique.


Psalm 139:14 “I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”

[]Blood Stains


Sometimes they ask me why

I must stand and testify

No one understands

Crimson blood stains my hands.


Christ hung on the cross in shame

Now His name is above all names

That’s why I traveled to distant lands

Crimson blood stains my hands.


Give me courage by Your Spirit

So I speak and do not fear it

Until Your kingdom expands

Crimson blood stains my hands.


“….On account of me you will stand before governors and kings as witnesses to them. And the gospel must first be preached to all nations.” -Mark 13:9-10

[]The Heart’s Condition


High school sweetheart, how hard I fell for you—

thanks to the red long stem roses you sent,

and promises of forever to be true,

I surrendered my heart—one hundred percent,

How hard it was to hear you found someone new,

And the breakup stirred an inner torment,

Men and women so often tear apart,

but the pain is worse on an unguarded heart.


“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” —Proverbs 4:23



The woman who madly loves her spouse is torn by betrayal,

The newlywed couple who found true love is torn by death.

In the end, they find the only rock is our Savior Jesus.


“We love because he first loved us ." -1John 4:19

[]Come Near


Lord, You said You would never leave

or forsake Your beloved any day

so Your promise leads me to believe

I am the one who has gone astray.

How did I cause You to sorrow and grieve?

In what way did I knowingly disobey?

There is nothing I can conceive

That should cause my soul to betray.

For You are living water to my soul,

Help me to press onward to the goal.


“I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” -Philippians 3:14

[]The Truth


You seem so intrigued and impressed,

but the truth is I am just a mess,

I spend half the day in my pajamas,

looking like a dope who hit rock bottom,

Trying to shake off feeling groggy,

always holding a cup of coffee,

Searching for my free-wheeling soul,

Looking everywhere-high and low,

Whew! Jesus had my soul all along,

That’s good—cause that’s right where it belongs.


“Have mercy on me, my God, have mercy on me, for in you I take refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.” —Psalm 57:1



Where do poets go

to get their inspiration?

Their souls fly high and low

reaching blindly in the air

for coarse emotions floating there.

Poets capture the feeling

the reader’s been concealing,

shelters them like wild savages,

tailors them into fitting words,

instead of untidy blurbs.

Show kindness to your poet,

for serving your feelings like a feast

and presenting them all tasty and neat,

but even if you don’t want to

the poet is glad to serve you.


“After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.” —John 13:5



I really loved “it,”

Friends told me to slow down,

but why would I quit?

I was fascinated—saturated by “it,”

“It” was my little trick

…just my personality,

My own teeny slip,

“It” helped me cope

with all the wrong that’d been done me

To me, it was not that bad—

actually kinda funny.


But then I died and when I did

I added up all the time I wasted on “it,”

Nine years of my life gone!

If only I’d faced it—restrained…

…how many people I would have helped!

…all the success I could have gained!

Like the rich man that Lazarus knew,

I wanted to send this message

from the other side to warn all of you.


“For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the flesh.” —Galatians 5:17



I studied your Word with care,

and you wrote my name up there.

I knelt before You in love,

and You lifted me up like a dove.

I gave this short life that belonged to me,

and You gave me a perfect eternity.

You rose from your tomb,

So we could forever bloom.


“Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die….” John 11:25-26

[]Way of Evil


It soars like an enemy fighter

shooting down any good God did through me,

It feeds, nurtures, and empowers

mankind’s mortal enemy.


It is the stench of vomit on a beautiful girl,

“The prescription is humiliation”

It is the screech of tires before a crash,

“My escape route is to praise Him”

It is the taste of curdled milk in a dark roast blend

“God’s Word is my medication”

It is seeing an old friend on heroin,

“Prayer, take me to a holy destination.”


It’s a bullet wound to my cranium,

It is the reason that I lied

It’s a disease that strikes children

Read the coroner’s report:

The cause of death was pride.


“To fear the LORD is to hate evil; I hate pride and arrogance, evil behavior and perverse speech.” —Proverbs 8:13



I love a good beat,

By far the best sound around

is your soft heartbeat,

My own chaos would begin

if that rhythm ever stopped.


“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” —1Corinthians 13:13

[]God’s Word


I read Isaiah yesterday,

and I read it again today.

Except yesterday it told me something

Today something else

Every day Your words are new.

Somehow they are living

Delivering messages to me from You.


“For the word of God is alive and active….” -Hebrews 4:12



Jesus, some want to delay,

their decision to follow You,

What more can I tell them?

You must be born again.


Has no one invited you?

Come, my friend,

And see what treasures await

When you give your life to Him.


“The Spirit and the bride say, ‘Come!’ And let the one who hears say, “Come!” Let the one who is thirsty come; and let the one who wishes take the free gift of the water of life.” — Revelation 22:17

[][]Note to Readers


If you enjoyed this poems collection, you might also like Creator: A Christian Poetry Collection and Worthy: A Chapbook of Christian Poems. If you have never made the decision to begin a Christian, you can start right now with a simple prayer like this: “God, I know I have sinned. I believe Your Son Jesus died on the cross to pay for my sins and rose to live forever. Thank You for the gracious gift of salvation. I look forward to the day I will live in heaven. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.” Congratulations! I hope you grow closer to God by reading the Bible, praying daily, and attending church. Reading Christian books is another great way to stay focused on God. Visit www.drawneartochrist.com to access more free or inexpensive Christian literature. Whether you have been a Christian a long time or only a few moments, I pray you receive God’s perfect will for your life. Thanks for reading!


Sacred Life: A Chapbook of Christian Poems

  • ISBN: 9781311152558
  • Author: Kim Bond
  • Published: 2016-04-22 22:50:07
  • Words: 2929
Sacred Life: A Chapbook of Christian Poems Sacred Life: A Chapbook of Christian Poems