Angels streaming down to intercede
Meeting you to take your needs
The righteous do not have to plead:
“God send me and angel to set me free”
Angels to love me when I’m all alone.
Kiss my forehead and catch the tears I dare to show.
Cover me with encouragement as I face the stress at home.
I’ve been taking notes from you, and grown…
Angelic wings to call my own.
Katelyn Burch
encouragement
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
Over-examination
You watch me from your crowded place,
A judgment and a murmur spilling from your face
To your eyes I’m just a poser, carrying on a façade
You say I stand for darkness and want nothing to do with God.
Have you looked within my heart? Are you holy enough to judge me?
If you really knew your bible, you’d know it says to love me.
I know my identity through Christ, all of this is who I am,
In the tattoo parlor, or rockin’ with the band.
It’s not the easiest thing, to accept my hardcore style
But please trust my intensions are not vile.
You wear black to mourn, but why do you weep from death within?
I wear black to show the world I can follow Jesus, no matter what clothes I’m in.
I’ve learned to follow Christ, and accept all people, all styles, and all ways
And while you scream an agony, I scream in praise.
Katelyn Burch
hardcore faith
Just….thoughts…..but thoughts are the foundation of creation; so, here we go.
The body’s natural instinct is to heal – the moment a wound is inflicted, signals are sent from the brain to the injured part – telling it to start the restoration process.
Too bad that doesn’t also apply to spirit and soul.
There is but one thing that can stop the pain – one thing to stitch a hurting heart. One man. The gravedigger of every bitter memory, the carpenter of every broken home, the General of every fight you’ve fought.
Like an innocent man on the witness stand, you prosecute everything he’s done for you, when in reality – you know the killer is yourself. So if you must blame him for something – these he are guilty of:
Carving your fingerprint
Laying within your veins a fighting chance at life
And breathing into your lungs, a will….Now I gather what you’ve formed by will void of God – a will often used as an excuse.
Yet, he loves.
“Why does he love a wretch like me?”
THAT may be the eternal question.
Love, Keeps me wondering.
Katelyn Burch
Blessing The Nations
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
Today is perfect, today is complete
God’s blessing lingers over the minutes
Can you see him smiling?
Can you feel it in your heartbeat?
Today is the day, today is when
God declares what his people are taking back
Completing the cycle of prayers sent to heaven.
Perfecting the molds of every person free from sin.
Today is God’s, as is every other
But this one has a special anointing
That every calendar across the world has been waiting on
Perhaps this day will cause our candles to spark one another
Today is when the birds set to flight,
In pure honor of holy matrimony
Today is when the scent of perfection lingers in the air
Today is when the God of all lets love portray his might.
In respect for this moment, give thanks for life itself
Thank him for every smile, thank him for every breath
Take one second and let the fact sink in, that:
This day reminds all evil, of his victory over hell.
Katelyn Burch
7/7/07
Blessing The Nations hardcore faith
Last week, my computer started acting strange - I took it to my computer geek pastor (Thanks ceej XD) and he told me what was wrong with it, happened to be the thing I feared the most; a virus. Ick! So now my computer, with MOST of my poetry saved on it…must be rebooted, and to save all of my poetry it’ll take a couple hours of hard work. Please pray its all recovered. 
Rest and blessings!
encouragement
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
So here is the start of a long and surprising journey, this is the poetry site for Katelyn Burch, 
all of my works are original from the title at the top to the name at the bottom. 
You, the readers, will be able to purchase my works in an ebook very soon, I have samples for you to ease the pain of waiting… enjoy!
