My Deliverer (poem by me)

I hated the smell and despised the cost,
Abhorred each drag and the years it stole,
It announced to the world that I was lost
Every toke took a little piece of my soul.

One stupid choice I made years ago,
Made me a slave to my foolishness,
As a teen, how little did I know,
About addiction’s pure ruthlessness.

Then one day, the Lord set me free
My habit was no match for His power
He broke the chains that bound me
He is my fortress, and my strong tower.

If you are chained by some certain sin,
Make today the day you call out to Him.

“Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble,
    and he saved them from their distress.” —Psalm 107:13

Down the Rabbit Hole (poem by me)

I wish I had just said no
the first time I tasted sin
It's like going down a rabbit hole.

I thought it would help me reach my goal
like a genie from Aladdin
I wish I had just said no.

Sins to make life less dull
Sins to make a friend
I wish I had just said no.

Can't stop, can only go
I'm worse than I've ever been
It's like going down a rabbit hole.

God, please take control
Make me a saint again
I wish I had just said no
It's like going down a rabbit hole.

"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is 
eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." —Romans 6:23

A Bitter Beau (poem by me)

You're the only one I want
In the morning when I wake up 
I need you, I want you,
Stars buck when our lips touch.

Just a little pick me up,
Again at 10 and at 2, 
Then I am up all night,
Cursing the day I met you.

When is it ever enough?
I am finally giving you up,
Honestly, I'm so through,
Goodbye forever, coffee cup!

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Cleansing Stream

Many of my poems are about my addictions, anxiety, and other manifestations of emotional pain in my life. I recently finished going through the Cleansing Stream program, and it has helped me a lot. Cleansing Stream is a series of classes accompanied by prayer that helps people overcome emotional pain. I really recommend it. If interested, click this link to learn more: https://www.cleansingstream.org/

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Beseech His Grace (poem by me)

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.

Agree in prayer for the nations right now as you read this free ebook:  Beseeching Grace: An International Prayer Collection.

The Worker (poem by me)

I’m a worker,
It’s what I do,
Brain goes on,
Heart goes off,
Hands get busy,
Emotions stay contained.
All the fluff,
All the pain,
Hidden in my ambition,
Driven to succeed.

Except I don’t,
I work till it hurts,
Then I find no comfort in it,
Take no refuge in my pay.
Because there’s always more,
More work to do,
More funds to save.
I can never relax,
I’m a worker,
It’s what I do.

When will I rest?
When will I trust God
To make my wings take flight
And soar above my busy-ness?
When will I give up the fight
And claim my right to Sabbath?

And he said to them, “The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath. —Mark 2:27

© 2016 Kim Bond

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Just One More (poem by me)

Let’s have a drink or maybe two,
I notice this habit sticks to me
But not to you
I shake it off
Now it’s stuck like glue.

What will my family say?
I’ve disappointed them again,
How can I face God and pray?
I used to speak with Him so open.

Savior, save me from this spinning circle,
Relief, regret, repent, repeat,
Help, I’m merely mortal,
Today I’ll rise up, overcome, and defeat.

Our God is a God who saves; from the Sovereign LORD comes escape from death. —Psalm 68:20

*This poem is not actually about my own struggle. Yet, it is easy for us (as Christians) to relate to this vicious cycle since we all must wrestle with our flesh against sin.  May we all press onward to the goal of Jesus Christ together. I pray the Lord helps you to overcome whatever you are battling today! (If you were interested in my own testimony of deliverance, you read it in a blog HERE.)

© 2016 Kim Bond

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Curiosity (poem by me)

(I’ve been posting a lot short poems lately. Here’s a long one to change it up.)

All day long, Juliet would continue to sit at the window;
She’d stare out of the grand castle and become hypnotized by a dead old tree
That had grown in the dunes of sand which were prevalent in the land;
To your servant, she gave a command to soothe her curiosity;
For the first time, they’d leave the castle’s confines and all of its safety
To fulfill her longing to see this dead black tree.

I admit to airing my opinion though it wasn’t my dominion;
I valiantly promised to protect milady and her baby,
Although the journey was a waste of time for anyone of sound mind;
The castle a funny thing to leave behind with its amazing beauty,
Juliet refused me and readied the baby accordingly.

We stepped onto the dune from a concrete step shaped like a half-moon,
Left behind an arched doorway and slowly yet steadily arrived at the tree,
Milady lost her fascination when we arrived at the destination,
She conceded a misplaced temptation and wanted to turn promptly;
She decided to head to the west castle door for a change of scenery,
Since we’d left from the east castle door originally.

I lead the excursion walking before milady and her baby,
We neared the concrete step from the sand to the castle when suddenly
I was in quicksand up to my neck; I reached up for the step,
Turned my head in regret to see Juliet and the baby
Drowning in the sand helplessly;
Then an arm reached up and seized me.

I had to ask milady, “Where is your baby?”
I could not stand the thought she’d let go of her selfishly;
“Milady, go down in the quicksand once more and get your newborn,”
Although she looked torn, she dove in the sand sacrificially.
Time seemed to stop, I could not see anybody,
but then I reached down and they emerged victoriously.

We sat breathlessly on the step and listened as the baby wept,
We smiled at one another as we laughed sheepishly,
The doors opened to a beautiful sight—an outpouring of warm familiar light,
She was filled with delight when her staff greeted her happily,
Everyone went about their tasks busily,
Synchronously ignoring us or just smiling cheerfully.

Juliet insisted that I should find a way to make a sign,
To lean at the western door for all to see,
So I asked if anyone would lend me a pen.
I could find none although I tried mercilessly,
A woman pointed to a staircase behind me,
“Have you asked the man upstairs where one could be?”

I went up the stairs and found a man there;
I told him what I was seeking; he smiled incessantly;
He filled my request with kindness and respect;
I wished him the best and thanked him graciously;
I returned down the stairs expediently
And wrote the sign very clearly.

No one seemed concerned about the hard fact we’d learned,
That Juliet nearly met with death along with her baby;
So I took up the pen and began to write again;
I started to write this poem that all could read the warning personally;
If you live in a castle with cheerful people and safety,
Avoid the temptation to stray from it—especially to settle mere curiosity.

*This poem was written in remembrance of a friend of mine who suffered from a prescription drug addiction which resulted in an accidental overdose.

© 2016 Kim Bond

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Satan’s Banquet (poem by me)

The man sat at a fine table,
Satan said Let’s sup,
He set before him recklessness,
The man drank from the cup.

When he had finished,
He gave him goblet number two,
He drank of satiety,
Drowsiness began to ensue.

Satan set down a black goblet,
The man said No thank you sir,
But he insisted,
He who drinks the second must drink the third.

The final cup,
To the man he gave,
Robbed him of his life,
And sent him to his grave.

Satan hides a secret chamber,
Blazing hell is behind the door,
The horrible pit is filled with shrieks of pain,
And every kind of horror.

Won’t you come and plead,
The blood of Jesus with me,
Refuse the devil’s banquet,
And you will be set free.

SALVATION

*Satan’s Banquet (the poem) is based on a sermon of the same name by a talented preacher named C.H. Spurgeon.

© 2015 Kim Bond

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Deliverance From Strongholds

When I was a non-Christian interacting with Christians, I had mixed feelings about them. On the one hand, I admired them for not cheapening their lives with the activities that accompany a sinful lifestyle. On the other hand, I assumed Christians had no fun since they did not exercise my idea of “freedom.” To me, freedom included the use of foul language, drinking excessively, and a lot of other things. After I became a Christian, I realized had not been free at all. I had been a slave to my sins, and Christians were the ones who were really free.

I began to pursue my own freedom and explored the ideas of repentance and deliverance. I learned if I repent of something, I turn my back on it. I give it up and don’t look back on it longingly. I learned from the Bible that if God delivers me from a sin, then He will give me the strength to overcome it. He will take it away from me. In the story of my salvation, I usually do not linger on the experience of repentance and deliverance even though it was an important part of my spiritual growth.

It was actually quite miraculous the way the Lord instantly helped me to repent of my sins and gave me strength to give them up, but that makes the story anticlimactic. There is simply not much to tell. I admit I did backslide into some of my sinful habits but soon realized they were not fun anymore. In contrast, there was a sin that I simply could not seem to give up. That was smoking cigarettes.

I continued smoking for sixteen years after I became a Christian even though I wanted to stop. I wanted to repent and be delivered just as I was from the other sins, but this sin was a stronghold in my life. I would not let go of it even though I knew I was a slave to it. I tried the nicotine patch several times with no success, but I tried it again with a prescription smoking cessation medication with a different result.

I was suddenly suffering from multiple side effects including frequent anxiety attacks. Worse yet, the desire to smoke was still raging inside of me. During one unusually long panic attack, I cried out to God and begged him to make the panic attack. Suddenly and audibly, I heard him. He promised to make the panic attack stop if I would quit smoking. Then my panic attack stopped. Strangely, my desire to smoke also disappeared in a sudden way. I felt a little tempted that evening, and the next morning the temptation was almost gone completely.

The Lord had miraculously delivered me from several sins early on in my spiritual walk. Later, He also delivered me a stronghold: smoking. He is an awe-inspiring God who loves His children too much to let us be slaves to sin. He wants to draw us away from sin so we can enjoy a closer love relationship with Him. I pray God delivers you from every sin including your stronghold in a sudden and miraculous way so you can see He is our Almighty God. Thanks for reading and God bless!