“…A silent cry, but its felt in the air…
Taking innocent lives without a slightest care…
A job well done murders the little one…
Killed with a shot, by a needle not a gun…
Heartless politicians campaign for this endless slaughter…
Shedding innocent blood to gain their water…
Killing a son, killing a daughter…
A decision of death by a mother and father…
What happened to peace? What happened to grace?
Looks of love on an expecting mothers face?
They rally for votes to win their race!
They call it a choice…I call it disgrace…
A knife, a needle, their weapons of choice…
A flinching child cries “please hear my voice!”….
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Blessing The Nations
This was a short essay I was assigned for school. Tell me if you like it. 
The few, dramatic years between childhood and adulthood, bring many changes in the process of maturity. Those yet to experience the process of growing up often ask “what changes?” We all ask those questions until the realistic answers brought with pre-teen hormones slap us in the face - this essay addresses those touchy changes and examines the evolution of life.
We all look back at one point or another and wonder how we traded our rocking horse for the brand new mustang dad bought us sitting in the driveway. For me, it started with a rocking horse Mom and I named Rocky – then, a bike with pink handlebars. Soon after, it was the skateboard with the tiger on the underside I got for my 13th Christmas. I grew too old to ride anything with wheels for a while, so, pridefully I strutted down the street. I got some wheels again, this time they’re a lot faster – you guessed right, the mustang.
Sure, the choice of vehicle may have been a change, but not much was lost or gained in the process. The real gut wrencher was – deep breath – puberty. A kid goes to bed one night and, in the morning, wakes up a hormonal, cranky, blooming pre-teen. Now the pre-teens friends all talk about hot crushes, celebrity gossip and personal views on politics. It’s a culture shock that some teens handle well, while…others just don’t. Overall acceptance in elementary school turns into stereotypical clicks in middle school and survival of the fittest in high school - all part of the cycle of life.
Remember the car? Yeah, it’s the only way a teen gets to work, high school and any hangout dates with friends. Going from kids whom are fully dependant of parents - to barely dependant teenagers with their own schedules, responsibilities and agendas may be the biggest change of all. Now – parents trust them more, stressing at times, because if they screw up, it’s a horrible influence for the younger siblings.
So, whether its cars, friends, responsibilities or physical changes – the change undergone by each kid is what truly makes the adult they become. The tender time between innocence and wisdom; as a teen, I know the difficult choices that come with those changes. All we can hope for is that the evolution of life affects us only for the better and that we learn from struggles of maturity – God help us.
Blessing The Nations
“It’s fear that holds you, fear that drives you and binds you … and fear that made you scream… “Kill her, kill her” before she shows the Way … before more of our countless masses turn to Jesus’ Name …your lies dispersed, cut through the air like knives, … swords plunged into my back as you try and slay me … rather than confront me face to face, you sent your faceless charge to apprehend me … dragged up the steps, the creaking, splintered wood like the cross, my feet split open on the rough hewn… and when the rope slid over my neck, my eyes met yours… I forgive you….drag me through a crowd of many….expressions cold as ice…I will not run…. I’ll die for my god….but I thought about it twice…with bloody knees…I kneel before…a choice of mortal life or death….the numbers of the devil or a blade that steals my breath…a frenzied crowed cheers for me to choose who I will serve today…a tear falls from my nose and to God I pray for strength…”
Blessing The Nations hardcore faith
Tragedy, infamy, much more precious though to me. when demons hide and angels sing, a day of wrath, but its much more beautiful to me. The final war, the final scream, the final day of life for everything. As I lift my eyes and get my wings, the final breath of history, and its much more meaningful to me. When all those who didn’t believe will get to see that they were wrong, with trebling hands they say their strong. But who can hide and not be found? All who are digging at the ground will eventually see reality, and now they cry out in their time of need…And its much…Much more beautiful to me…
I know its kinda mean and unlike the original “Jesus loves you” Christian poems this one has a I’M STILL WORKING ON PERFECTION touch to it. Like a “I haven’t got over wanting revenge” type thing. mwhahaahha
Katelyn Burch
Blessing The Nations hardcore faith
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