The Pinnacle of Life (poem by me)

I’ve viewed the world from atop tall towers,
Kissed passionately in the pouring rain,
Received oversized vases of flowers,
And shared a bottle of midnight champagne.

I have peered down through clouds on mountain peaks,
and dived from boats in crystal clear oceans,
landed places a great sojourner seeks,
and drank my fill of intense emotions.

I have been ferried to primitive isles,
sipped of pure nature without phones or cars,
witnessed wild horses running free for miles,
Pitched a tent and wished on thousands of stars.

Still nothing compares or is quite the same,
to the moment the Lord God called my name.

“I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.” —Ecclesiastes 1:14

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Rebirth (poem by me)

Vitality is not vital to life,
Passionate desires seem to pass me by,
Go ahead, zip up my body bag,
My soulless body is as good as dead.

Oh God, breathe life into me again,
Prophesy to these dry bones of mine,
Animate my hibernating spirit,
Rain down the elusive glitter called joy.

I sing the song You put in my heart,
Laughter comes easy to me these days,
You carried my sorrow far, far away,
I will praise Your Name forevermore.

“He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the LORD and put their trust in him.” —Psalm 40:3

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Your Confession (poem by me)

The orchestra commences
a spine-tingling chorus
as news reporters snap photos
of you with a microphone in hand
expounding on your insecurities
and everything you hide
on an average day.

Tell me with open eyes,
what words did you speak?
Your skin melts off.
Now you are bloody.
Raw. Vulnerable.
Yet more alive than
you have ever been.

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”—1 John 1:9

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Anxiety (poem by me)

You are balancing on a fallen log
suspended above a deep valley,
your own infant is in your arms,
hungry hounds are at your back
with teeth as sharp as knives,
howling and growling,
you say a prayer,
do not fail,
or else
death.

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” —Isaiah 41:10

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Beer Cheese Soup

I look at you,
You look at her,
He looks at me.

If, with lust-filled eyes,
we commit adultery—
Then there’s been a betrayal
over beer cheese soup.

“But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” —Matthew 5:28

© 2016 Kim Bond

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The Everlasting Father (poem by me)

Lord, You are my Mighty Deliverer,
False notions and bad habits fall away,
Lord God, You are my only Hope-Giver,
Without You, my life seems all black and gray.

God, You are my Everlasting Father,
You gave me faith to see, hear, and believe,
No one else thinks I am worth the bother,
They offer little love and always leave.

Lord, You light my path and show me refuge,
Otherwise, I would be hopelessly lost,
How could I ever argue or refuse
When my true Savior paid such a great cost?

I pant for You as the deer pants for water,
I am the clay, and You are the Potter.

“The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” —Psalm 18:2

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Wrapped Up in God’s Word (poem by me)

Ruth and I go to lunch,
David and I dance sometimes,
I am blind with Paul,
and often weep with Jesus.

In the Scripture, I make my bed,
I live there and sleep there,
among the words,
I believe them,
They are all I see.

You can find me,
in a pasture of Psalms,
swinging from a fig tree,
When the branch breaks,
I fly into the Lake of Galilee,
And swim in God’s mercy.

I hoist the sails,
for the Holy Spirit,
See, I have become part of the ship!
Look at my palm and you see
w o r d s.

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