Dead men don’t scar
A scar four inches long, a cut once two inches deep
Premonition of tomorrow’s struggle
Makes it so hard to see…
I call each scar my friend, only an enemy when wounds were raw
Something I’ve overcome and came out alive
Death I never saw.
Welcome each memory as a bittersweet blessing,
Like dew dripping from a poisoned flower; because it’s not the struggle…
But the victory that’s impressing.
One becomes a warrior for the people,
When death mopes away with only a taste of blood
Just examine every scar under this steeple
Because last time I looked around life’s battlefield, I realized
The most damaged saints led millions by a testimony…
And obtained their victory after many tries
Do not cry, I beg. But wear your scars like pearls of blood
Scars are trophies of the things that failed to kill you,
Show the world what you overcome with love.
The darkness slashed your heart, your wrist and face.
How willing are you to wipe the blood
And thank God for another day?
I promise you – what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger inside
The weak are the ones who’ve avoided life’s lessons
And came away with nothing but a paper cut of lies
Think twice when wishing upon a star
Thank God for the trials of life – because:
Dead men don’t scar.
Katelyn Burch
Blessing The Nations encouragement Healing The Hurt
Alone at last
Not a whisper to be heard.
Finally the prayers have hushed
Even my family has lost faith in prayers rushed.
Isolation was my goal,
Now that I’ve achieved, I search for something more
To ease the flashbacks
Of all the love I’ve experienced in recent setbacks.
So deserted, I would hardly call myself alive.
So little noise; I snap my finger to check for deafness.
The lack of color leaves me feeling blind.
Out of reach, out of existence and ultimately out of mind.
By myself, beside myself
Coming to this place was an error.
A broken record, a broken thought, I just can’t bear to say it…
I’m all alone and I absolutely hate it.
Katelyn Burch
Blessing The Nations Healing The Hurt
Scythe
Drink up, dry bones.
Soak up the water of life
Let the words cut through marrow
Drink up, dry bones.
Rise up, dry bones.
Be ministered to by prayers from prophets
Climb out of the pit you’ve dug for yourself
Rise up, dry bones.
Let love restore, dry bones.
Slowly you’ve found yourself disintegrated
Dead, worthless, without breath of life
Let love restore, dry bones.
Know your worth, dry bones
God did not create a worthless thing
Even bones can hear and see, so praise God for restitution.
Know your worth, dry bones.
Katelyn Burch
Healing The Hurt
“She sits by me…staring out into what I reveal…
clouds or better days. She leans upon my seal.
She wishes she…could get out of her cell, into her right mind…
no matter what the weathers like,
she would rather be free…but instead she’s staring into me.
She traces with her finger the desires of her heart,
but does not think that others can see…her life has fallen apart.
The lone rose… she holds, petals one by one fall to endless time.
Beyond me she sees nothing beautiful…just hate…and sin…and grime.
Most days she looks depressed…..crying floods of rain…
the lights go out, I hear some words… and sense a release of pain….”
Katelyn Burch -
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Blessing The Nations Healing The Hurt
His thundering roar shakes mountains and their beholders.
Shadows cringe when they feel his silent breath.
His words warm an arctic heart - or colder!
And causes the heart to beat after death.
On his one word a backslider follows a previous plan.
And his angry shout could end the wars of man.
His soft-loving tone shows a colorful range.
And his powerful voice frees all in chains.
But the most important one, some may find strange…
His whispers draws the sinners change.
Katelyn Burch
Healing The Hurt
“All was at peace when I heard the call…of the freedom-less slaves, one and all. “Justice! Liberty! Freedom! Is what we need if you wish to grant our lives another day, and now we plea…HELP US! HELP US! Were desperate and trying to ourselves with our chains! We cry from new struggles while the old ones cause pain! He has us bound and gasping for a breath that’s not toxic. Uncles, sisters, friends, all have a gun to their skull and each cocks it. We’ve made idols of stone and sacrificed our time to them, we’ve bathed in innocent blood and laughed at our sins! WE need you now that’s why we’re on our knees, WE want to come clean, it seems like a dream but we count by nations and deaths come in three! SAVE US! SAVE US!……”
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Blessing The Nations Healing The Hurt
The shadow of the cross is where I found immortal love
Embrace my heart…entrance my soul….
Fill my being make me whole….
And send my thanks to God above…
The shadow of the cross, a steeple tall holds heavens trophy
Where prayers rise and burdens lost…
A token of monumental cost…
As empty souls gain what they’re hoping…
The shadow of the cross, used to express but with all meaning gone!
Calvary, Irony, infamy, melancholy!
Dejected by blinded minds………. return to me!
Signify in truth again! rebuild from ashes, prior morning’s dawn.
Katelyn Burch
Healing The Hurt
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