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With The Miracle Of Poetry Many Were Saved Through Jesus!
Feed Me Dear Lord
On your journey with life, you will meet many sad and tragic events. It is these events that make us stronger. These times is when you reach out and say, Feed Me Dear Lord, I have lost my way and I am so lonesome. I need your guidance from this dismal occurrence. I have experienced many sad and hurtful experiences. I cried many nights and became terrified to go to school, afraid I would be beaten up and called monster again. I hid from the world but Jesus watched over me. He saw more in me then than I saw in myself. I became so lost that the pious nutrients I ignored till Jesus took me aside and reminded me I was His miracle and people needed me. I traveled before I got so sick, spreading His word, teaching schools, and helping others with counseling, teaching many to arise above the pain. I lost my way again when I became crippled. I helped others but failed to see the good in me. It is so easy to get lost and you can’t see the spiritual illumination needed. These four words, Feed Me Dear Lord, can right any lost pathway. They can lead you on many new ones. I found that spiritual illumination and this became a spiritual guide for me to come back from so much pain. Are you lost and lonely, feeling nothing is right? All you see are dismal pathways and you can’t see the spiritual light that is masked by the darkness of the heart? Just say! Feed Me Dear Lord, I am so lost without hope or faith, This dismal dawning is making me lost without a pathway to guide. I need your nutrients of regeneration to feed me and make me grow. It is Him that will turn on the lamp of repentance and He will set any bitterness free. It is His love and grace that will become your salvation. Amen! God Bless Ya Love Ya Muahh Poet Dorothy Feed Me Dear Lord Feed Me Dear Lord! I yearn to partake of Your Grace. My unsteady hand trembles from inner conflictions, Yielding only the harvest of bittersweet. I feel so lost in this unsure world, Needing your healing balm to ease, Lost in a place of fear and anxiety. Only Your healing nutrients can appease this voracious appetite. Malicious temptations try to lead me to dismay. I just need that hallowed kiss to calm this emotional unbalance. Feed Me Dear Lord! Leeches are feeding on this sick body. Dark corridors emblazon my soul with bleakness, I need that soothing hand to bring me peace. Give me the banner of hope to fight this impoverishment. The need to believe in the holiness of the spirit, Wiping away the malingering disease of the sinner. In my weakest moments lead me only on the hallowed path, Sending away the frigid waters of the unbeliever, Heating me with the joyous love of intervention. I Need You Dear Lord to give me the spiritual enlightenment. Feed me with Your grace to stop this gnawing pain. Bring me to the Your healing foundation for eternal rest. Amen Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 Cling To Him (Number 6 of Jesus’ fifty book Spiritual Illumination series) This book is dedicated to my Sis Melissa, who I love so much, who goes through so much afflictions but always ready for next battle. Also dedicated to Our Heavenly Father, Jesus! Without Him We Are Nothing! With Him Everything! One day I wandered in a room on a chat, Talk City, in a room wellness, where I met a beautiful caring lady, Poet Dorothy. She gave me the reason to live again despite she was going into a coma. I married and had children but my family was killed in a house fire. The loss came back and I turned to drugs and alcohol. I stole for a fix and stole a needle with aids and now I am dying of aids and cancer of the lung from smoking. Drugs led me back to the gas chambers and I was being tormented by fear and death. The devil had me do bad things and I was so lost. Sunday I met Poet Dorothy again and she told me she would heal me and that all the past would be swept away if I believed. She told me about her new book of prayers all in it were helped. So I asked her tell my story. I have only one month to live they say. Death is impeding soon. I wanted new warriors to know : With Jesus the crying will stop, peace can be found. I have asked Poet Dorothy read this prayer as her next sermon. So many of you yesterday were so lost. I saw it in your eyes. Find that peace and free your tortured souls before it is too late.
God Bless Ya All In The Lord’s Name I Pray May It Be So Henry Davis Pickman slipped in a coma after I read this to him and slipped off to heaven where he will be an angel for the Lord. His last words to the nurse was I finally found peace. Many warriors are experiencing the same torments of war. May this poem ease their hearts and bring them the recognition Jesus is always there. The Crying Never Stops A weeping veteran was kneeling before the Altar Of Care And Understanding. He wore hospital pajama bottoms and an open shirt revealing numerous medical wires. His frail hands shook uncontrollably and were draped with many iv lines. Breathing with oxygen, he could barely speak above a whisper. Father I come to you broken soldier, so very lost. Nineteen years old, I was given the job of driving an army bull dozer. It was better then being a foot soldier I thought. But I was so wrong in my mind. We got the call we were invading an extermination camp, Where death was performed every day. Though I had heard stories about these terrible camps. I hadn’t prepared myself to face the sight. The first combat platoons cleared the camp of the enemy, Then I was called to witness the death all around. Huge mountains of cremated bodies only ash now. Large gas chambers held dying victims. Hand dug trenches held bodies and victims, waiting to be cremated. Dying screams brought sadness to the troops. Bodies were all over the ground, Young children, babies, men, and women. No one was safe from Hitler’s bloodthirsty mind. He was out to destroy all the Jews, homosexuals, gypsies, and political prisoners. He built a torture chamber to influence his policies. The warriors that day weren’t safe from it destroying them too. Father, I was tortured till 1999 when You sent me to a very special poet, In a room called wellness on a chat. She had her own room called Blazer, There she coached me back from drugs and suicide. I met a special lady, Derise, on chat. We got married on Valentines Day 2000. I started working at a construction company. My life was so blessed with four children. One night I was away working, When fire consumed my home and children. I couldn’t cope anymore. Quitting my job I began to drink and drug again. Father I ask forgiveness for the stealing I did. One night I found a stoned junkies needle still full. I injected myself with it for my high, In that needle was the fatal disease aids. I became fully positive in a year. Now I am dying from cancer and aids. I gave up on life and even You, My crying never stops in my head. I need You bring me peace and understanding! Forgive me for all my past sins. Help me go to the light of Your grace. Most of all I need You to save others like me. Father, I ask You to accept my soul! Accept the soul of others lost. Help all warriors and veterans learn to live again! Far from the war that still shackles their mind. In The Lord’s Name May It Be Amen Jesus wept on His heavenly robe, saturating it with another veterans nightmare. He told him, “Son, Welcome Home.” Knowing many more soldiers would witness the brutality of war, He would be ready to help all heal. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb Revealing Of The True Healing Of The Lion Dedicated to Barbara McKinley (Our Loving Cousin, Who lost her battle to pancreatic cancer.) Written for Dr. Shantasri Mukhopadhyay (dedicated also), who saved my life and always gives me faith! May This Book Help Others Through Jesus IN HIS CARING ARMS
As fear envelops your entire being, Watching the normal routine of the surgery staff, He reaches out to hold you close, Knowing the need is there. He whispers, "I Am Here, My Child. You will not be alone in your operation. My arms will hold you close, Warding away any pain or fear." You reach out to partake of His love, Knowing that He is with you. As you peacefully succumb to the anesthesia, He reaches out to guide your surgeon's hand. From then on He watches over you, His guardian angels are by your side. Tomorrow He will help you through every difficulty, Guiding you with His love and His caring. In His caring arms you will rest, Growing stronger with his eternal love. Each day after a new step will begin, As together you heal under Glory's Sun. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2004 The Long Road-My Career Book THE LONG ROAD
Another plane trip with turbulence jostling me. The life of an investigative reporter on the go. Another story to be written quickly, Tragic fires consume the countryside in Colorado. So many homes lost in this cruel event A woman’s hand caused it all. Many lives lost, no way to prevent. Perspiring firemen work dedicatedly to the call. In Arizona another fiery tale will wait, Where the hungering fire continues to consume. How many homes will be lost to this card of fate, Innocent lives destroyed by the fiery bloom? The long road is filled with an emotional gleam, The life of an investigative reporter on the go. Another story to relate, another written seam, More fields of information I must sow. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 The Long Road-My Career Book I also have been called to write poems for grieving parents of pets too!
Jesus gave me the greatest gift, poetry for any subject and the ability to portray compassion for all. It is the greatest feeling to help others with so many things. My Sweet Robyn Sis,
You came to me for a poem to remember Your Sweet Boy, Jake. You cry each day, tears for your lost child. This is my newest book I have written for all pet owners, who want to remember their pets too in the same way. Our Dear Sweet Babies will be a special book for pet owners like you, Robyn and me who lost many pets too. It will also carry the joy we feel now as we gaze upon our children. Here is your poem I wrote you. Love Ya Muahhhhh Poet Dorothy Sis MY SWEET BOY JAKE My tears flow at the whisper of your name, My English springer spaniel, Jake, who melted my heart. I never knew there could be so much joy, Given from any pet, such unselfish love. You were my special little boy, My Sweet Baby Jake. My protector in times of physical abuse, Shielding me with force in times of desperation, Saving my life in so many ways. We were inseparable companions, Living life beyond the domestic abuse, Until your fur faded to gray, Then death came taking my sweet baby, Jake, from me. I sit here shadowed in grief, Wearing your ashes around my neck. Each minute I listen for your bark, When none come I sit and cry. Without you I feel so lost, Wanting to call our your precious name. My heart will never again be full, Until I feel your sweet slurp kisses again. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2005 Our Dear Sweet Babies Dedicated To Our Pets So Dear To Our Hearts. MY MASTER I WAIT
(Sequel to My Sweet Baby Jake Jake’s Words Through God to Robyn) My Master I wait till one day, We will meet again in this special domain. I have not left you all alone, Watching over you each and every moment. I reach out to wipe away your tears, Seeing you cry each day over my death. Oh My Master, I never left you completely, I am still there keeping guard over my home. We lived a very difficult life before, But we achieved to a higher place. My Master there is no cage, Which could bar my way from you. I am there watching over you each moment, Sending my family my spiritual love. Embracing my brother and sister canines too, Showing them the true love you taught me. When you are feeling sad or blue, Never cry over me not being there in body, For though I live in God’s domain, I am watching over my family in every way. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2005 Our Dear Sweet Babies Dedicated To Our Pets So Dear To Our Hearts. I have met some of the most wonderful people in life through Jesus. My adopted Mom, Moge, made this poet a robe and the hair wrap. This is her book and my brother Rafhat. Love Ya Both!
Kashmir Dreams
A pleasant wind sweeps across the mountains. Its refreshing breeze kisses paradise’s birthing seed. The rivers are the Lord’s natural fountains, A place untouched by civilization’s greed. Kashmir dreams is much beauty throughout the land. Kashmiri farmers reap large grain fields. Orchards bear massive glut of fruit by hand. Floral beauty also carries medicinal yields. Cashmere shawls, jamawars, are finely handcrafted in tiny stitches. Paisley design is the Kashmir dreams own design. This exotic country manufactures perfumes, love bewitches. Delicious grapes are produced, sweet fruit to dine. Kashmir dreams are a freedom clasped in breast. Love for a country unspoiled by the advance of technology. Its own special formations bear the natural crest. Here nature is an enjoyment unmarred ecology. A pleasant wind sweeps across the mountains. Its refreshing breeze kisses paradise’s birthing seed. The rivers are the Lord’s natural fountains, A place untouched by civilization’s greed. I love you Moge And Rafhat Bro Here’s poem about your book. Love you lots I researched it for you. Love ya muahhhhhhh Poet Dorothy Daughter And Sis Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2001 Kashmir Dreams Many people ask me, Why Do You Write For So Many Others?
Some say I am wasting my time but I can tell you your poetry can heal others and your heart never forgets each poem. it is not a waste to do Jesus' work. Jesus sent me this family. This darling baby, Brianna lost her life to a horrible disease. This is a gift from Poet Dorothy for the Brianna Jennings Foundation in the name of Baby Brianna.
To find a cure for the disease, Zellwegers Syndrome. Brianna Elyse Jennings July 12 2002-Oct 2 2002 Always in our hearts and memories. A young baby, Brianna, and her family walked in this poet’s life, who was struggling with an incurable disease herself, Prinzmetal Angina, Vasospastic Coronary Disease. She saw the struggle the little one had but still fought. It made her have more faith though her whole life was struggle with many illnesses too. This book will be used to help the Brianna Jennings Foundation to find a cure for the disease Zellwegers Syndrome. Love You Muahhhhh Poet Dorothy GIFT FROM BRIANNA A child sent from heaven, Brianna, Brightened all with her loving aura. Touching many lives struggling to live, She still had much love to give. A small baby born with a terrible disease, Giving her much pain and unease. Gift From Brianna lives on in every memory. An angel in heaven she leaves her legacy. Her gift will be an insure, Someday scientists will find a cure. A foundation to help other children dying. Forever she will stop another child's crying. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Gift From Brianna (A Gift to the Brianna Jennings Foundation, Finding A Cure For Zellwegers Syndrome.) Dear Dottie
You have the same nic as me. I thought about your situation God gave me answer too in prayer a poem hope helps. The horse may be blind but still can be kept my friends have a blind horse too. My dog, a cockapoo, went blind we kept her till died of cancer. She still chased mice and even tried to climb building after a grey squirrel. My friends still love their horse dearly. Their daughter would never let them get rid of the horse. Though blind he can still be the greatest comfort for the children. You may have to make precautionary measures. God loves us all despite me being sick and he loves that little horse. Explain to the children that all of us get sick but that doesn't lessen us just makes us more special. In time he will develop a more keener sense of smell. Love the horse and always remember our worth isn't how healthy we are but the love we carry in our heart. How much we mean to each other. Here is a poem I wrote for your horse give to children I think will help it was written just now. Poet Dorothy Don't Weep For Me My eyes have aged, no longer can I see. In my younger days I galloped in the fields free. Liking my oats and grains, I have lived a life of luxury in every way. One brightened with apples, sugar cubes, and carrots, day by day. I can still feel the fresh air tickle my mane. The sun warms my back, I can't complain. My sense of smell is still very good, I can get by. Though I am blind, my life is still nigh. Liking my oats and grains, I have lived a life of luxury in every way. One brightened with apples, sugar cubes, and carrots, day by day. Love you Dorothy E. Scott HEAVEN’S DOOR
My Family and Friends, Don’t weep for me anymore! Finally I have reached my final destination, knocking on Heaven’s door. I suffered a terrible infirmity, hands of fate chose my spiritual future. My body couldn’t fight the disease, death the final cure. Listen to the soothing whisper of my voice, echoing on the tranquil breeze. In every ebbing tide on the calming ocean and seas. Every memory of me carries the tender hug and kiss, bestowed on each of you. My devotional love can never be taken, always there so true. Reach out your unsteady hand, touch my spirit, always near. I have only crossed over, don’t weep this sad tear! Through death I have touched Jesus' face, Climbing the Stairway To Heaven, I have truly found grace. My Family and Friends, Don’t weep for me anymore! Finally I have reached my final destination, knocking on Heaven’s door. I have met a very special friend, Barb, I met her sister, Connie, through her and God. She has gone on to the most beautiful place. It truly is I know. She is there with each and every one of you. Heaven can’t close doors only opens one more. I met Barb. She asked me to write a poem for Connie. God so loves all of you. She is there feel her, she has only crossed over! God Bless You All Poet Dorothy E. Scott Keith And Shari,
Here is your own very special gift from God and me. Here is your eleventh anniversary poem, and I wish you many more years of God’s blessings. I am giving you this gift with loving heart and am very proud of your special commitment. God Bless You Both, Happy 11th Anniversary October 16, 2004 Love Ya Muahhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy Sis BEYOND SECOND SIGHT Though our adoration was not first sight, Our promises blossomed beyond the night. We became eternal soul mates intertwined, In the nucleus of true love. Eleven years we have withstood any family trials, Letting no anger or heartache defile. On this day we again bequeath our love, Standing under the floral bouquet of sacred promises. Our marital vows are cherished words spoken, From our hearts for many years unbroken. True soul mates we will forever be, Eternal lovers beyond second sight. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2004 Always Look To Your Dream God sent me another awesome sis who dearly loves me and I her. We met in
pogo lottso room, fortune hunter. She asked for this poem. She gave me subject and wrote me one back too. I love Sis Lori and ya are too. a real hero. I love all my revvys and sisters, bros, too moms, dads, granddads, and grannies too Love Ya Muahhhhhhh BEAUTIFUL AS ROSES Sisters carry their own fragrance, An essence of hope manifested. Their beauty is like roses, Till eternity they continue to bloom. The Lord gave them a special gift, Sharing their bountiful love, Giving to each other insight, Beautiful petals to never wither. Sisters bring joy to the burdened heart, When the world seems so bleak. They bring an enlightenment to the soul, Feeling sorrow in its midst. Sisters are beautiful, As the most precious rose, Carrying a special fragrance, Holding each other’s love close. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2005 Always Look To Your Dream Homer was a homeless veteran living in the streets of New York. He lost his home and family in a fire. He has post traumatic stress and had to overcome alcoholism and drug abuse.
He has been brought to me for his prayer. Courageously, he earned money to buy a home and now he has a job and his own homeless shelter for families on the street. Sadly many families are on the street without any help. I was so happy in helping him get his homeless shelter and for being there to hear his plea to Jesus for the homeless. My heart was touched so will yours whether homeless or resident, you will weep at the thoughts he portrayed. He was down on his luck when I met him a very abusive person and angry. He was so lost the day I met him many years ago on a chat called Wellness. He told me God sent him to me and his life felt so worthless and he wanted to change. He got so lost on his journey finding only pain and misunderstanding. Lost in the jungles of war of a new society, I led him to reach out and find a new world with love and understanding. Many of our warriors follow the same road, finding only pain and sorrow. Tonight say a little prayer for our homeless and praise Jesus for all you are and will ever be. Never look toward negativity let the goodness rule your thoughts. God Bless Ya All Poet Dorothy Loves Ya Hope For The Homeless An elderly man kneeled before the altar offering his thanks for all he has. His tears of gratefulness stained his ivory colored shirt. His wrinkled and callused hands trembled from his inner being. He raised his arms to heaven praising all! My Father, Many years ago I was a homeless and a lost veteran, Living on the streets, I was bitten by rats and many bugs. I got on the fatal drug of cocaine, snorting it hourly. Every bit of money I could steal or make was for alcohol and drug addiction. I stumbled into an abbey lost in a euphoric desire, I woke up against a candled altar, burning bright with spiritual flame. I felt Your hand reach out to me pulling me to You, But I stayed cowered in the shadows so lost. I was afraid to take that first eternal step. At the library I walked by a computer open to a chat, You told me sit down your help is here. I sat down and revealed all to Your chosen one in whisper. She led me back from the jungles I was lost in, Giving me the will to fight for others and live again. I started working every way I could, To bring the same hope to others so lost! I came home to a world of hate for the warriors. My own family was burned up in an arsonist fire. We were called women and child killers! The world failed to see our suffering and pain. I went on to buy a three room shack for taxes to build into my mansion, My hope and dreams became a reality as each new room was built. I could save another homeless veteran and family, Spreading the same hope and understanding I was given. Lord, Many more veterans are there suffering all alone! Help me to reach them with the same love and kindness, You led me to find! Your spiritual way was the true road, Help them to heal from the battle scars and live again! When their journey becomes too much a burden to bear, Help them find the right pathway with love, An understanding person to show them loving care, Leading them on a journey of hope and new eternal light. In Your Name I offer this prayer from my heart. Help others to find the same light out of the darkest tunnel. Lead them to your spiritual realm, The battle will then be won eternally! Amen Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2012-2015 The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb Revealing Of The True Healing Of The Master! Dedicated to Barbara McKinley (Our Loving Cousin, Who died battling pancreatic cancer.) Written for Dr. Shantasri Mukhopadhyay (dedicated also), who saved my life and always gives me faith! May This Book Help Others Through Jesus! His Field Of Lost Souls
This prayer is a special plea from a judge I met. We will call him, Judge Brown. He is what we, Texans, call him, a hanging judge. He sentences many to death and wishes a prayer be written to Jesus On his behalf. He knows now many innocent was put to death and in a harsh state, which loves to kill without mercy and quickly. He has left his job and he has asked for mercy and justice for his evil deeds. He has become a judge advocate to change what the state has become. He came to me for me to approach God on His behalf and this is poem Jesus had me write his own prayer. Little babies are put in a prison for children, for instance, a five year old, state can come in and take if child throws a fit and dad gets hurt. I heard the hateful state woman when she came to get my little girl, my adopted grandchild. She openly said it was a prison not a place for fun. In this state, the corrupt government puts innocent children to prison for running away or throwing a fit. Judge Brown, He and I are working together to change the evil and corruption. I met him through my adopted son when he put him, an innocent man in jail on a liars word, even after the five year old daughter told him, it wasn’t the truth. He calls me Susie Coo. I led this corrupt judge to seek Jesus and He has and now fighting to stop the corruptness. Judge Brown, I grew up loving the most fairest judge ever, He was county judge for thirty-five years and he was always fair. His name was Judge Scott Bailey and he even took time to be my lawyer when I needed. May He Rest In Peace With Our Father! He never gave an unfair sentence and if the man needed to work he would let them serve weekends. Judge Brown Sweetie, Here is your prayer to help others. His Field Of Lost Souls. Sometimes the people we look up too create their own field of lost souls. They become so power hungry; they quit listening to their good conscience, only want to please the corrupt state. A quota is the bargain made with the devil but the abundance of love is the benevolence of Jesus. The world will all go before their judgment, and be judged as they judged, their punishment will be swift and just. God Bless You Judge Brown Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy God’s Poet His Field Of Lost Souls A nervous man stood talking before the brightly decorated altar, “Lord Jesus, I am a sinner of the worst kind, I let the corrupt state make into a killer, Though I suspected the person might be innocent!” He was standing in the room of care and understanding. Nervously twisting his hands he cried out, “I became a judge to save the innocent, So many crimes were being committed against the citizens.” “I wanted to stop the pain of criminal activity. The pain and distress worsened for I had face the emotional tortures. One night my own parents were killed in a robbery, I made the vow to revenge my parent’s death.” “I would put every criminal I could away, It seemed I just wanted to destroy all, Losing the sight of compassion and understanding, When a special chosen poet; walked into my life, I changed.” “Today I wish to ask for the compassion and understanding, I wish to honor you with my career and knowledge, Fighting for the right and justice for all. I ask forgiveness for all I have done.” “Lord Jesus, I ask for you to use me to change the world, Lead me on a bountiful journey of only righteousness, Use my knowledge to make miracles happen, Use me, Dear Lord, to create a better world to live in.” “Lord Jesus, I offer my entire being To pursue the justice, I once denied, To stop the state’s corruption in families, Free the innocence from this affliction.” “Lord Jesus, Hear my plea I am no longer lost, I found a healing miracle in my life, Seeking only to right my field of lost souls, I left behind. Use me for Your guidance and spreading of Your eternal love.” Amen Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2012-2015 The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb Revealing Of The True Healing Of The Master! Dedicated to Barbara McKinley (Our Loving Cousin, Who died battling pancreatic cancer.) Written for Dr. Shantasri Mukhopadhyay (dedicated also), who saved my life and always gives me faith! May This Book Help Others Through Jesus! Lord Do I Hear Someone Crying Again
Lord! Do I hear someone crying again? I hear him imploring You to open Heaven’s Gates. He has never found his way beyond his evil deeds, Selling drugs to the innocent children on trash filled streets. Another poor soul was lost to the ebbs of his transgressions. He never understood the ultimate price You paid. Eternally his contract rests in the dungeon of the unsaved, Deep in the flaming abyss of condemnation. Last night a bullet ended his careless life, Murdered by another drug dealer in a turf war. Sadly He never learned but badness and greed, Birthing from the wicked domination cocoon. Lord! I heard the clap of angry thunder, As the flaming bowels received their new slave below. I saw You weeping bittersweet tears of sadness, Watching your wounds break open and seep. Lord! I hear someone crying again! Another poor soul is lost in the sinful world. He is crying in the darkness all alone, Waiting for The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2012-2015 The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb Revealing Of The True Healing Of The Master! Dedicated to Barbara McKinley (Our Loving Cousin Who died battling pancreatic cancer.) Written for Dr. Shantasri Mukhopadhyay (dedicated also), who saved my life and always gives me faith! May This Book Help Others Through Jesus! Dear Lord Help Me To Walk Only In Your Light
A caring lady implored in the chamber of light, illuminated by pious healing. “Dear Lord, I was given Your precious gift of new organs, My body is trying to reject this benevolence from Your heart. Please restore my body’s balance to fully receive this precious gift!” “Illuminate my body and spirit with Your healing light, Dear Lord. Lead me on the right pathway to achieve only goodness In Your Name! When the terrible pain and sickness tortures me, Hold me close in Your loving arms nigh. “When my emotions threaten to drench me in a torrential storm, Give me the strength needed to overcome any obstacle. Dear Lord, When my journey seems so long and without hope, Send me the lasso of faith to reel me back in.” “Dear Lord, Help me to walk only in Your light! When my footsteps stumble in the ruts of life, Pick me up and carry me over the stony ridges, Every mountain ridge surpassed only with Your hallowed crests.” Dear Lord, When dismay threatens my every foundation, May every pedestal be inflamed in the chamber of light. May my spiritual and physical body accept the blessed healing, Believing in my miracle You have chosen for me! Amen Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2012-2015 The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb Revealing Of The True Healing Of The Master! Dedicated to Barbara McKinley (Our Loving Cousin, Who died battling pancreatic cancer.) Written for Dr. Shantasri Mukhopadhyay (dedicated also), who saved my life and always gives me faith! May This Book Help Others Through Jesus |
I welcome you to the website Jesus wanted me to make!
Over the years He led me to give people hope through poetry. I will be picking the most heartwarming poetry Jesus and I have given to help others. My Miracle, My Hubby Johnny. He was saved by Jesus and earth angels when severely burned. I Love Him Dearly. We have been married for 28 years so far! A Lot Of Wonderful Earth Angels Helped Us. Thank You To All!
God sent us His Earth Angels on the day of the accident to see us through my husband’s recovery period. His loving employers, Mark Walraven called me and did his best to reassure me about the accident. His other boss, Joe Walraven was there through all including E.R. with him.
Johnny Cagle and Roy Barnhill were also a big part of his recovery. A special thanks for Johnny Cagle’s life-saving techniques, keeping him cooled off till Care-Flite came and reassuring me too also to Roy for being there as loving cousin and friend. We are so grateful and could never repay the kindness and love, shown to us through this trying time. God and all of you made this time easy, as possible and we could never repay your kindness you have given us. This is a small token of our appreciation, A special poem written about the accident and his God-Sent Earth Angels. God Bless You All, Our Love Forever, Johnny And Dorothy E. Scott HIS EARTH ANGELS Heat was beating down on the natural gas tank, While fate was preparing to launch a fatal attack. God sent a guardian angel to watch over. The careful worker, running a vacuum hose. Quickly a flashback incinerated his cotton shirt. Tender tissues of his body were seared. After putting the fire out, The guardian angel was still there to comfort. One Earth angel saturated his burns with water, While waiting for the paramedic crew. None knew the final outcome, As they waited for Care-Flite. Many other earth angels, Still had a job to do. His wife had to be called for reassurance, And other boss called to report the tragedy. His caring boss stood faithfully by his side, Watching the doctors at work, Saving his worker’s life, Removing very seared tissue. His company had many earth angels, Visiting him with compassion to share. While at home his burns are healing, They still have much love to share. Just a little verse to say, Thank You To His Earth Angels, For the special care in this time, Given to us so compassionately. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2004 The Long Road-My Career Book Ivonne Stokes,
We could never repay you for the love and care you have given us through this torturous time. You were our special angel and we could never forget this. Here is a gift from our heart, a poem saying what we feel. When the scars fade, our love for you never will. I called it, “Our Special Angel.” Thank You For Being Our Special Angel, during this most difficult time. Our Love Forever, Poet Dorothy And Johnny OUR SPECIAL ANGEL God sent our special angel, To watch over the worker, Injured in a burn accident, While on his hazardous job. Her heart carries much compassion, Showing her concern and love, With families of the stricken, Always calling to inquire about his healing. Our Special Angel from God, Who carries the bouquet of concern, While helping the families, Leaping over the hurdles of fate. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2004 The Long Road-My Career Book Eastland Memorial Hospital has the greatest therapy and crew. They bandaged my husband, Johnny Sides, when he was so very severely burned and cleaned his burns. They used their ingenuity to make the perfect bandages. I wrote this poem to express how we both feel about them all and their patient love.
This is a gift from the Sides family telling you with Gentle Hands, You helped him heal with compassion and from your heart. I could never repay the gift you have given to our family. With Gentle Hands, You make many patients have a better life. Thank You All For The Special Care. Our Love And Gratitude Forever, Poet Dorothy And Johnny GENTLE HANDS Gentle Hands caress the torn body, Tenderly massaging the injuries. Their goal is not to harm, But to promote healing. Gentle Hands apply the medicine, With tenderness as their guide, Careful to not cause any hurt, Leaving their patient with a smile. Gentle Hands wrap the bandages, Making sure they aren’t too tight, Caressing the torn body, With their talents God has given. Gentle Hands leave a gift of care, For their patients need their love, To promote the healing of the wounds, Leaving a satisfied mind and body. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2004 The Long Road-My Career Book My Dear Sweet Lori Sis And Family,
One of the hardest things to face is when we lose our pet. It is our special child, God sends us to make our lives more precious. When we lose our pet children, the pain becomes so hard to bear. We must remember that life never ends. Our children watch over us as our family do and always in our memories. We may not see them physically but they are always there. His Angel Eyes is about your dear sweet baby, Thomas, who will always be there in your heart as he watches with angel eyes over you. This is you telling about your Thomas. Love Ya Muahhhhh Ya Poet Dorothy Sis Forever His Angel Eyes Thomas is now our feline angel, Our precious cat, who brightened our lives. He will eternally watch over us now, Watching our every event with his angel eyes. For five years he greeted me every morning with his meow. He loved to be my husband’s dear companion, Sitting in his lap became his favored pastime. Now our dear sweet baby has joined his heavenly place. His angel eyes will always keep guard, Over his loving family from his heavenly home, Sending his feline love to surround us, As only our precious Thomas ever could. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2005 Our Dear Sweet Babies Dedicated To Our Pets So Dear To Our Hearts. My Sweet Nancy,
Here is a special poem I wrote about your dear pet child, Shasta who is a dear part of your family. It’s a great gift from God when he sends us our beloved pets. Here’s a special poem in my book, written about pets and now has your dear sweet baby, Shasta, in it. Love Ya Muahhhhh Poet Dorothy Sis Shasta Our Baby Curling her black and white paws, In the air in great relaxation, Lying on her back she sleeps, Knowing she is “Our Dear Sweet Baby.” Our awesome cat is very special, Always willing to give her love, To her family without ceasing, Being our child of great devotion. Ruling the family with her power, Persuading us with great feline cunning, She showers us with her great adoration, While we supply her every need. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2005 Our Dear Sweet Babies Dedicated To Our Pets So Dear To Our Hearts. This is my baby, Sully Opossum. This woodland story was named for. He took over hubbys vest for his bed. He was found by me in my kitchen towel drawer. LOL I thought I had found a rat so big. My house has many critters visit. He loved franks and he loved cat food and dog food. he had the softest fur. he was a baby when I found him. he never accepted anyone fully but me. I learned a valuable lesson you don't bath an opossum lol.
RIP my sweet pet Sully! SULLY OPOSSUM'S NIGHT OUT
Children, We are happy that you could stop in. One of The Woodland Friends is anxious for his adventure to begin. Sully Opossum can be found napping in his persimmon tree. The glowing moon is just beginning to peek over the land free. A snapping branch awakens Sully Opossum from his days sleep. He uses his five fingers to end a nagging itch, deep. He wandered to the creek to find Bandit Raccoon in the night, Listening to Croaker Bullfrog, singing on his lily pad with all his might. A band of locusts were adding their voices to the night brigade. While ebony crickets creaked from different places in the rotted stump under the shade. Sully Opossum passed by Gruff Badger’s neat burrow. He was snoozing until he saw the sunshine of tomorrow. Dusty Squirrel was fast asleep in her oak tree home. At daylight, she will visit her friend, Grover Grey Squirrel, on her roam. Sneaky Fox lurks by on his journey to visit farmer Bray's chicken house. He startles Willie Barn Owl, watching Tiny Fieldmouse. Sully Opossum stopped to get a drink from the creek water, cool. He disturbed a slow moving minnow school. Bandit raccoon could not be located by the creek anywhere, So Sully Opossum left the area passing by Lucy Lynx's lair. He met Bandit Raccoon and Skippy Cottontail on the path to his persimmon tree, And they enjoyed a supper meal of vegetables, wild strawberries, and other fruit, shared by the three. (Look for our next adventure of The Woodland Friends. Children! Togetherness is having a true friendship through trials and triumphs. Respect nature and nature will respect you!) My Greatest Poet Critic, Lady Shamasea Rest In Peace My Shammy. Ya Mommy Loves Ya And Miss You!
JILL KATHRYN WATSON
Just nineteen years old, Daughter, The Lord took you home. Inspiration to your loving family, recorded forever in a our future tome. Loving toward all your personality was a beacon of light. Leaving a trail of happiness for all in sight. Kindness in every vessel, an attribute always anew. Angelic smile was the invitation of love’s review. Touching all with a sparkle, a birthing star inside. Hope built a special trust, faith your reside. Reaching out to all, a spirit, an eagle of majesty. Youth was relished, living each minute for your future in eternity. Never letting life's troubles rule you, love always the clinging vine. Wisdom was the gift portrayed, your beautiful intertwine. An angel to all you will always carry a halo in our memory. Time will never fade our precious Jill from our family. Special beauty you carried in your heart was always on display. Over every rainbow your face peeks through each day. Never will death keep you, Jill, from your family and mother in any way. Jill Kathryn Watson, An angel residing in Heaven’s mansion in Jesus’ loving arms. You are missed though in our minds and hearts forever. Your loving Mother, family, and fiancé Written as memorial for Jill Kathryn Watson for Dottie in her book An Empty Place for Dottie, memorial to Jill. Poet Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2001 My Dearest Dottie Sis
My heart weeps for you and in remembrance of your daughter I have done this book I call An Empty Place. I just want to hug you tell you all will be ok. I am always there Sis Dottie always. I love you lots. Sis Dottie This book will make her memory and her live forever. AN EMPTY PLACE My Daughter, An accident took you from our loving family. Sad hearts still grieve for the loss we will always share. An empty place is here, my heart filled with a lonely memory. All the years I raised you, left sweet remembrances to compare. Another year has passed, your death remains fresh in our mind. Each day is renewed, a loneliness is caught in my fragile breast, never astray. My Daughter, An empty place is always the unwind. Though tomorrow the sun will shine on a new day. My Daughter, An accident took you from our loving family. Sad hearts still grieve for the loss we will always share. An empty place is here, my heart filled with a lonely memory. All the years I raised you, left sweet remembrances to compare. I love you a lot Dottie Sis and family. I write this book in remembrance of Jill your loving daughter and sister. God Bless You All Poet Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2001 An Empty Place Dearest Sis. Dottie
You are there when I need you the most so I hope you will let me be there now. I wrote this special poem for you I think you are also a great Mom. My dear sweet sister too. I am always there. Love Ya Poet Dorothy Sis A DEAR SWEET MOTHER Grief etched deep furrows in her weathered face. Each year is a reminder of a tragic loss, an empty place. In her heart she will always have her departed child. Raising her other children alone, demands always aisled. A very special lady, climbing the steepest mountain of stone. Feeling such sadness, braving it all alone. A memorial is cherished, her daughter wasn’t forgot. Her deep love for all her children was the special lot. An empty place can never be filled with another. Yet she continues on, a dear sweet mother. Love ya lots muahhhh Poet Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2001 An Empty Place This was written for you, Kelli, to give to your sister, Heather, who has brightened your life always. On this day October 2, 2004 is “This Remembrance Bouquet,” to give to her from your heart.
Love Ya Poet Dorothy Sis THIS BOUQUET OF REMEMBRANCE On this birthday I would like to present you, With this bouquet of remembrance, From my caring heart to beautiful you. Every petal holds my adoration, I feel when I am with only you. The fragrance is the beauty of your soul. I am giving you this floral gift, To brighten your birthday all day through, Showing you how much you mean to me. On this birthday I would like to give to you, Many velvety silken iridescent roses, Showing your continual compassion and care. The white lilies is your purity of your mind in every situation, Your guidance of me through the toughest times, Always making the best of any changing show. The colorful carnations are your many attributes, I find so dear always present in my life, Making you my extra-special sister. The baby breath is the foundation, You have built in my life, Giving me strength in times of none. The daisies are the unbroken love, Always shown from your extraordinary heart, Bringing a special illumination in my life. On this birthday I would like to present you, This bouquet of remembrance from my heart, For the greatest sister, only you. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2004 Always Look To Your Dream Robbin asked me to write this for her daughter for her eighteenth birthday which is today,
Her Angel Baby has reached the age of 18 and now faces adult choices. She wants to be a teacher. Your book is about dreams so I chose ya book for the poetry. On this special day I wrote for Jessica Greer a poem from her mother’s heart. Love Ya Muahhhhhh Ya Mojo Baby MY ANGEL BABY Watching my beautiful daughter, Blossoming into a special young lady, Pride fills my pulsating heart of love. This mother’s dream has been fulfilled. Your first steps into your new life has begun, Fulfilling the career goal of becoming a teacher, Educating children with the knowledge, You have learned through your own childhood years. My Angel Baby, Today you reached the first rung on the ladder, Carrying you up in the difficult climb of an adult, A journey filled with disappointments or accomplishments, That together we will still conquer. I will always hold a special place, For you, my special daughter, My Angel Baby, Who’s the fragrant rose in our family bouquet, Though now you will follow the adult pathway of life. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2004 Always Look To Your Dream My adopted sis, Nancy Sis, turned forty yesterday. I wrote her this poem because she was crying about getting to be 40 and we are 43 oops ya old lady of 44 now. I love her lots too.
I hope she likes this poem I wrote for her. Love ya muahhhhhhhh HELP ME GOD I AM FORTY TODAY Help Me God! I am forty today, Watching my thirty years disappear, In the clutter of the past years. I look in the mirror, Searching for birthing gray hairs lurking. Every new pound and wrinkle is observed. Help Me God! Wipe away my every new tear shed, As I journey on the uncharted path of my fortieth year, Sending me your blessings along the way. Memories flood back of my precious teenage years, When I was a spry young girl, With no worries to lighten my silken tresses. Help Me God! Guide me in every footstep I take, Holding me close in Your arms. Give me the needed strength to achieve another year. When my feet become careless and falter, Be my foundation I lean on, As together We travel more miles in Your love. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2005 Always Look To Your Dream I received a letter from a famous executive named Ronnie from New York. A billionaire, who finally found his heart not pocketbook. This year my Christmas poem reached so many, who in turn forwarded it to others. Ronnie said that he never reads forwards but his hands reached to open it. He couldn’t put it down. He felt so terrible when his realization hit him that he was greedy. Today I received a letter from Ronnie, asking for this prayer to soften the greedy heart of many others.
Ronnie was raised in an orphanage till he ran away at age ten, and he was on the streets when a grocery owner and his wife adopted him. They were poor but gave him all they could. He went to college working his way through business school, saving every penny he could. He saw a car on television he just had to have. He became a modern day scrooge and refused to marry his first love because of greed. He lived in a rundown apartment to save money, one with mice and roaches all for the greed. My Christmas poem melted his heart like it was meant to be. He heard about a lady in his secretary pool, who had a son who needed a critical surgery on his back and legs to live. He barely paid enough salary for rent to these secretaries or for anything else. He didn’t offer any health insurance to cover much. After reading my poem He paid for the boy’s surgery and bought him an electric wheelchair. He also bought him a van with special handicapped capabilities. He raised all the employees’ salaries, gave huge bonuses, and asked his secretary to marry him and gave her a mansion for proposal gift. He told me I was the Christmas Miracle in His life. I told him, "No Jesus is I am just His poet. He bought toys for orphanage and in process buying a huge building for kids like him and the homeless were given lots. His last wish was that I send him my books and write his story to change the world to love and giving. When you love money there is no room for Jesus and others, a lesson for all. Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhhh God Bless You All Poet Dorothy I Was A Scrooge A young executive was nervously pacing in the hall of care and understanding. He had so much to reveal to Jesus about his life. His tears fell down saturating his expensive suit, Twisting his hat in his nervous hands. He stuttered out, “Father I was so wrong to hoard my money. I was a scrooge worshipping the money as a rich man’s idol. I grew up in an orphanage all alone. No one wanted a child with monkey ears they called me.” “Age ten I ran away to the New York streets to live among the homeless. An elderly man, Harry, watched over me like his own. I dumpster dived for food at local restaurants, Till a miracle happened in my life.” “I always went to the shelter to stay clean. Harry insisted we not look like bums. He did odd jobs for this storekeeper and his wife, Insisting I stay hidden from the police.” “One day I was curious and I saw the storekeeper’s wife fall. I helped her up and told her a white lie I thought. I told her I lived down the block. She knew I was lying and grabbed me.” She told me how her son had died at birth.” She missed him so much and asked me live with them, They even gave Harry a place to live in their little shack. Love was so bountiful there though we were poor.” “I had finally found a family to love me. I graduated from high school with honors. In my heart I had yearning for money I didn’t have. I attended business college working at a chicken place.” “I tried working at the stock market, But it was not enough money. I was given a small position in a firm. Soon I was the president, then the owner of my own company.” “I saw on television a fancy car I had to have. It was going be very expensive, not many were made. I moved in a flea bitten apartment with many pests, Refusing to even spend a dime on accessories.” “I was so lost in the greed I became a scrooge. Till one day a forward came of a Christmas poem from my secretary. I know she gave me because of my greed. I opened it and begin to cry over the words.” “I saw a picture image of myself, Not liking what I saw before me. I promised, You, Jesus, I will change, I immediately called my secretary in to help.” “We made many miracles happen, A child will walk again, employees will live better, and I found my true love. An orphanage will have Christmas and another one built! You gave this orphan a healing he needed for a long time, thank you. “My plea is for others like the old me. Ones so lost by the rich thoughts not the blessings. May they realize how much greed destroys. May they know the true miracle is You!” Amen! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2012-2015 The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb Revealing Of The True Healing Of The Master! Dedicated to Barbara McKinley (Our Loving Cousin, Who died battling pancreatic cancer.) Written for Dr. Shantasri Mukhopadhyay (dedicated also), who saved my life and always gives me faith! May This Book Help Others Through Jesus! Sadly my heart breaks giving this prayer. Jesus is sad about all the suicides and we are bringing a tortured soldier’s story. One warrior a day is committing suicide with the tortures of the War in Iraq, Afghanistan, and other places. Dr. Muk is treating the victims left behind, the wives and families. I hope this will help in your healing too! They have only questions and they can’t understand what is happening there that can change a person. I saw a strong man crying because he was so scared, wanted his wife to come protect him. This young veteran he had to be a body builder for he was muscular. You ask what reduces a man to the mind of a child and how can war change a strong to become weak? Jesus let me meet a young man about to commit suicide and he told me the reasons and situation which will be revealed in this prayer. I am counseling Rodney and hope he will be a winner to help others. His prayer can save others and now you will meet Rodney. I lost my brother to suicide and never understand why suicide when so much help is out there. Through the years I turned many lives from suicide, drugs, and alcohol and I know this prayer will reveal the truth behind this step. I will take you on one man’s journey and hopefully through this prayer bring him to serenity.
I hope to give others some peace too by looking into the mind of one soldier. Here is his prayer to the Lord. The Battle Is Never Over A young man clutched the altar of care and understanding. His white knuckles were clenched tight. His tears were falling down on the golden floor. His uniform was saturated with these bittersweet tears. His sandy boots still wore the traces of an innocent’s blood. His heart was burdened by tragic memories threatening to strangle. He was clutching a piece of bloodstained shirt, Afraid to let go of something so dear to him. He cried out, “Lord Jesus I am so weary trying to battle these thoughts. I come to you to stop the daunting memories inside my head. I can’t sleep or find any rest with this in my mind. My heart is so sorrowed without reprieve.” “I was just a young warrior out of high school, Wanting to serve my country without hesitation. 911 destroyed so many with hopeless fear and desolation, I wanted to stop the terrorists from their destruction.” “Like many young warriors, you think you are immortal from danger, I was trained to drive a Humvee and run artillery. I am so lost now in this battle that never stops, The rifle firing never ceases in my head.” “The innocent blood staining the ground continues to flow. We see many families blown to bits, tortured, and beheaded. We want to stop this senseless killing, We are helpless in this fight to stop the hurt.” “Medics brought in another broken warrior on a stretcher, The enemy had tortured him and took his eyesight. They captured him while on guard duty. Nowhere can I feel safe anymore.” “Lord Jesus, We are puppets on a string pulled by the leaders. The body count keeps rising and so many warriors are broken and bruised. Fear and depression rules the barracks and streets. We sleep on streets in foxholes, built out of rock.” “The enemy use young children to kill the soldiers, Evil reigns in this country without reprieve. Lord Jesus, Please give me the peace of care and understanding. I am so lost in this world of fighting.” “Please give me rest from this torture in my mind. Give me the strength to go on fighting to live. Voices tell me, Welcome Death As A Reprieve.” I want to stay fighting but I am so lost.” “Only You Jesus knows my heart and situation. Please lead me away from the darkness to find your light, Give me serenity and peace I yearn for! Help me to be your envoy for others.” “Lord Jesus, Give me rest from this harrowing memories. Use me to give Your other children the same peace. I know we are lost and without a spiritual light, Illuminate us with your bountiful grace.” In My Father’s name I pray! Amen! Jesus tears are flowing down saturating His heavenly robe. His heart is breaking hearing each warrior’s tales and their family’s story, Knowing the battle is never won by violence, Always leaving many tragic victims behind. He will always send His angels to heal the tortured heart. You are never alone in any battle or situation. He is always there to wield the sword and staff of pious intervention. His love will overcome all obstacles guaranteed to win. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2012-2015 The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb Revealing Of The True Healing Of The Master Dedicated to Barbara McKinley (Our Loving Cousin, Who died battling pancreatic cancer.) Written for Dr. Shantasri Mukhopadhyay (dedicated also), who saved my life and always gives me faith! May This Book Help Others Through Jesus! No More Tears In Heaven
Sadly I watched my adopted mom, Lela, die from Alzheimer’s. It is such a devastating disease. I love her and miss her still. This little old lady is in Dallas, Texas is in a nursing home for Alzheimer patients. I have been talking to her and counseling her. She lost all her family to the same disease. She has asked to be in the new prayer book, with her words spoken to Jesus and she can help others win against the battle. I named a poem after her favorite saying, “No More Tears In Heaven.” Alzheimer has made her body so deteriorated. She is wheelchair bound. Her name is Dora Lea and this is a prayer I wrote for her, wanted by Jesus. It will help other Alzheimer patients, Dora Lea. Here is the prayer you want to help others with. Love ya sweetie truly I do. When I was passing out, I felt so lost in tunnels of dismay. I couldn’t find a balm to heal or a doctor to listen. I couldn’t stop what was happening; even remember who I was at times. I know that the journey is hard still is for me when I go in pits. I feel no fear because I know Jesus is there. Jesus came and took me to heaven to help me cope. This prayer will heal you in a way only Jesus knows. You are so courageous and a loving lady. God Bless Ya Love Ya Muahhhh Poet Dorothy No More Tears In Heaven Sitting in her wheelchair, an elderly lady spoke to Jesus from her heart. “Lord Jesus, I lost all my family to this dreaded disease. I saw them lose remembrances of childhood and simple things.” “I remember watching my mother drop things, Watching her body deteriorate with age problems.” My sister forgot who I was most of the time.” “My father couldn’t take the hurt, He left us to fend for ourselves, Never looking back to find us again.” “I come to You for the guidance and the healing, Help me to stop these tears flowing. I am told, There Will Be No More Tears In Heaven!” “Give me the strength and emotional balance to survive. Keep me with the mind to help others I see, Way off worst then this little lady before you!” “Most of all! Lord Jesus! Never let me forget You! I may have lost my childhood and my legs, I hope to never forget about Your eternal grace” Lord Jesus. You are the Friend I need to help me through, My Father when I need guidance and love, And my Shoulder to lean on when I cry.” “I know,” There will be no more tears in heaven! Only your loving smile to escort me home. Thank You Jesus for loving me and setting me free. Amen! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2012-2015 The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb Revealing Of The True Healing Of The Master! Dedicated to Barbara McKinley (Our Loving Cousin, Who died battling pancreatic cancer.) Written for Dr. Shantasri Mukhopadhyay (dedicated also), who saved my life and always gives me faith! May This Book Help Others Through Jesus! Lord Lift Me Up! Help Me To See!
A young soldier stands in The Room Of Care And Understanding. He wears dark glasses to shield his scarred eyes. Straying shrapnel had ended his precious sight forever, When a hidden mine had exploded the vehicle he was driving. He said, “Lord, Lift Me Up! Help Me To See! It’s such a difficult journey I am traveling on. My hands are trembling from the strain. Sorrowful heart questions, why did it happen to me?” “I saw all of my crew blown up in the Humvee that day. Hearing their final screaming, as the helicopter crew laid me on a stretcher. I sit here asking You, Lord, Ease my broken thoughts. Hold me close for bittersweet tears keep falling!” “Lord Lift Me Up! Help Me To See! Lead me on the special journey you have prepared. Though my eyes can no longer see the beauty of nature. I know I can teach others to live with Your inner sight.” “Lord! I am a weary warrior treading on a new path of life. I wear the battle scars to prove I am Your soldier! When pity arises in my saddened breast; Lord, Lift Me Up! Help Me To See!” “When my temple seems to falter, My foundation becomes brittle, threatening to fall. Lord, Pick Me Up! Help Me To See! How a miracle saved this courageous soldier Of Christ.” Amen! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2012-2015 The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb Revealing Of The True Healing Of The Master Dedicated to Barbara McKinley (Our Loving Cousin, Who died battling pancreatic cancer.) Written for Dr. Shantasri Mukhopadhyay (dedicated also), who saved my life and always gives me faith! May This Book Help Others Through Jesus! My Family, I too got lost in the tides of helplessness for three months. Heart doctors ran from me as I had plague. I never understood how so little care was given for Prinzmetal Angina, my rare heart disease was so torturous and they didn’t care. I had worse kind and still do. Everyday another attack comes and passes, I can’t take pain medicines or heart medicines except for time release so it’s just a waiting game.
All my life was a battle and I guess it will be till I die but My Father He didn’t let me stay in self pity, He built me a rebirthing fountain, where I continually get healing and His love. I was so sick and twisting in pain. It was hard to breathe at all. I gave up on life, left Facebook and all online because I let that devil convince me I was worthless. I still helped a world of people needing poetry but in my heart I was so lost. Jesus took me on a journey and showed me, who I was meant to be and I was that person. He was proud of me. I would see people in pogo but I would pick rooms with few people because I wanted to hide from fact I had to change my life. I hated to see them happy from all they could do. I had nothing not even my legs I thought. I was starting to drag my left foot having tests for ms. They found four dead spots on my brain, causing me ms symptoms. One step so made me tire so easily and heart is so mad. I was becoming angry at myself for not being perfect like others. I was sad in my heart. I had been rejected for electric scooter and saw my sunshine for life go away. I saw only the end not the beginning. I had hand painted Jesus on my office door; when I first became comatic and erected an altar to remind me I am Jesus’ and no sickness can take the best Person in my life. My Father. When I feel like crying at my sickness I place another name on the altar and I write His poetry for someone asking me to or needing His Hope, Faith, and Love, knowing I can change someone’s life. I may have very painful attacks but I am not ever alone. Neither are you. It’s time you realize, when ya down Jesus Knows Your Heart. God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy Sis Only You Jesus Know My Heart Wearily my body has become broken from the continuous lashes of life, Though sometimes my steps are faltered in each trail I take, Jesus understands it is so easy to get lost, For You, Jesus, know my heart! I may lose my way in torturous tides of helplessness, Lashing out with words of dismay and sorrow. Your guiding hand reaches out with Your love, Telling me I am not ever alone! Feeling sorry for the physical environment I am in, You show me others in the world far worse, Leading me away from the pitfalls of pity, Your love carries me over the seas threatening to drown me. I might seem so helpless to the world seeing me, Jesus, If they only knew how strong You made me, Their souls too would be replenished with Your healing love and light. Only You, Jesus, Know My Heart! Lord Jesus, I might not stand so straight, My coffers aren’t filled with much money, Or drive an expensive car to show off, But You, Jesus, know my heart. Nothing can beset the journey of my existence, For eternally, The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb, Erected a foundation never to fall from temptation, Sin has no place in this structure of my temple. Only You, Jesus, know my heart! When bittersweet tears fall down, My heart has become shattered by the darts of life, Your love becomes the only comfort I seek, my only way! Amen Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2012-2015 The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb Revealing Of The True Healing Of The Lion Dedicated to Barbara McKinley (Our Loving Cousin Who died battling pancreatic cancer.) Written for Dr. Shantasri Mukhopadhyay (dedicated also), who saved my life and always gives me faith! May This Book Help Others Through Jesus! |