Sin is an Escape Room (Poem by Me)

Ev’ry sin is a kind of escape room,
Sometimes Satan leads you in a wrong door,
Sometimes you are in the room from the womb,
People spend years in there staring at the floor.

Then a friend lifts your head,
Instead it could be a blunt confession,
Or a heartfelt prayer opens your eyes to see,
Else a verse frees you from the oppression.

You wait for the doorway to be unbarred,
Refuse to take the devil’s communion,
Sneak courageously past the demon guard,
And run for your dear life from loss and ruin.

In the Spirit of the Lord, there’s freedom*,
He restores what the locusts have eaten**.

*See 2nd Corinthians 3:17.
**See Joel 2:25.

Porn’s Illusion (poem by me)

Turns out the diamond was only a quartz,
The Botox smiles were bloated with tears,
Makeup downstairs masked the genital warts,
Cocaine and Drambuie dispelled the fears.

A mangled misused juvenile inside,
No one to protect, nurture, or treasure,
Her morals and virtue went by the wayside,
She reasoned she lived for others’ pleasure.

Porn is a tunnel-boring machine,
for crippled hearts and crushed souls,
It digs and dredges a deep ravine,
Her soul, your soul, their souls—all black holes.

Do you want to know and taste real love?
God’s Son paved your freedom in His blood.

“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.” —Galatians 5:1

Doublemindedness (poem by me)

The doublemind is always doing two things,
but never focused on either one,
It is riding a bike while driving a car,
It is picking daisies while smelling roses.

The doublemind is overworked,
overtired, overburdened, and never rested,
It is burning a candle at both ends,
It is leaf blowing the wind.

The only solution is to marry the mind,
make it one, unified, and whole,
Be present, in the moment,
never worried or anxious even for a thing.

Oh Lord, help me to be singleminded,
Help me to know I have a happy ending,
Let me take refuge in Your wings,
Cover me with Your hand and heal me.

Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying to him, ‘O you of little faith, why did you doubt?'”—Matthew 14:31 

 

The TV Kid (poem by me)

He likes watching life on reel,
Wait—listen to his appeal,
TV problems aren’t for real
so they are not a big deal,
which makes emotions safe to feel
and possibly to even heal.

He admits it and won’t deny
he will mourn and sometimes cry
when characters say goodbye,
but now you will know why
his eyes will be bone dry
when real loved ones fall ill and die.

I say, “It’s okay to live—
to hope, dream, and forgive,
You don’t have to be passive,
if you trust the Lord is active,
He’ll apply the balm of Gilead,
Take my hand—now it’s collaborative.”

“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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God of gods (poem by me)

Oh, Atlas, take the world off your shoulders,
A god need not buckle under such a burden,
Jehovah places His feet upon the globe,
And suspends the earth over nothing.

Poseidon, you stir up the seas with your moodiness,
But my God causes the storm to be still,
Jehovah has an unwavering love,
and His being is unchangeable.

Hades, you rule the dead,
My God is a God of the living,
You kidnapped your wife, Persephone,
My Lord's bride, the church, comes to Him willingly.

Why should I speak to those gods as if they were real?
They can do us no harm or good,
A character in a book—someone's made-up dream,
The Lord is the true God—mankind's eternal King.

"For the LORD your God is the God of gods and Lord of lords...." -Deuteronomy 10:17

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Trapped (poem by me)

People saying hi
& acting so friendly
I watch them walk by
but I can’t say anything
‘cause I’m trapped
in this glass box.
It’s all around me
It’s fear, anxiety, worry.
What should I say?
Who should I be?
No one can tell I’m trapped
Inside of me.

God sees.
Send down the rope
& be my rescue
so I can be free
from all that vexes me.
This is easy for You, Lord,
for You are strong and mighty.

The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save… -Zephaniah 3:17

© 2016 Kim Bond

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The Abbey Garden (poem by me)

I once had the chance to meet
A monk who seemed quite ascetic,
He projected no ere of conceit,
I admit to being quite the skeptic,
But I did not think his life pathetic,
He enjoys an internal reward,
For he escapes the life of the hectic,
And he draws nearer the Lord.

The monastery seemed obsolete,
Men behaving so domestic,
Walking around in bare feet,
But the garden did look majestic,
And the cheese-making I’ll give credit,
The monk says not a word,
By some vow to be authentic,
And he draws nearer to the Lord.

We sat on a park bench in the heat,
He gave me a card and I read it,
Its words: Jesus—ask, knock seek,
The moment felt so electric,
Suddenly I began to get it,
His ways a monument to the God he adored,
For me, you, and the heretic,
To draw us nearer to the Lord.

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.  For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened. —Matthew 7:7-8

© 2016 Kim Bond

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