The True Miracle Of Christmas Is Jesus!
His Giving Heart Is The Greatest Gift!
He Is The True Miracle Of Christmas!
His Giving Heart Is The Greatest Gift!
He Is The True Miracle Of Christmas!
I am praying for the warriors and the family and the world. Each year Jesus and I team up to give you the most special stories. He makes the most beautiful and very long Christmas poems. This year I am having trouble with my health, but I won't let the world down. I have received many emails and I have been asked if I will do a new one this year and the answer is yes. Jesus and I are going to do another special story for Our Warriors, fighting overseas. I love ya all and hope ya have a safe and blessed Christmas. For many years Jesus and I worked together to meet and tell the most blessed Christmas Stories. Every year he and I write the longest gifts for the world. Sometimes lately I can't write as much as I used too. Jesus and I finished our first book this year. Angels With Battle Wings. The power in all my writing is Jesus!
His Christmas Miracle From Heaven
Charley clasped his prayerful hands together,
Remembering “His Christmas Miracle From Heaven.”
Adorning his Christmas crown proudly on his head,
He was waiting for the nativity Christmas play to begin.
His town was putting on a celebration for this holiday season.
He stood in front of the nativity stable,
Wearing a beautiful velvet golden robe his grandma made,
Decorated with bright tiny yellow stars,
Wearing black furred snow boots,
Protecting his feet from the frozen ground outside.
He was one of the three kings of orient,
Bearing his wrapped gifts of myrrh and gold.
Placing them before Baby Jesus,
His heart was filled with many feelings of blessings,
Telling “His Christmas Miracle from Heaven” for all.
Feeling the cold nip his sensitive nose,
He wrapped his muffler closer for warmth.
Clearing his voice for all to hear,
He told the waiting towns people his name,
Relating his story of his miracle from Jesus!
“ I am four year old Charley you see.
Jesus saved me from a rare devastating disease,
Destroying all my healthy organs,
Leaving my body dying more each year.
There was no cure for me just constant control.”
“I stayed my first year in Cook’s Hospital in Fort Worth, Texas,
Struggling to survive in a plastic bubble.
My soldier parents visited me every day,
Till they were called to fight in Afghanistan,
Leaving me in care of my grandparents on their ranch.”
“Two years I lived with my Papa and Grandma!
I learned to feed the chickens and cows.
I was in and out of the children’s hospital,
Growing weaker one day I collapsed.
My organs were failing very fast now.”
“A new treatment had became available,
Which would sustain my childhood for a few more years.
St. Jude Children Hospital doctors were doing research.
I volunteered to be a part of the cure,
Hoping a miracle healing waited for me and other children.”
“Lapsing in a coma during the harsh treatment,
My heart had weakened from the disease.
My parents and Jesus came to me in a dream.
I didn’t know they were killed in a plane a month before,
Coming home from the war to be with me.”
“My father told me, “Son, Jesus is giving you His Christmas Miracle From Heaven!”
You are going to be healed from your rare disease.
Mommy and Daddy won’t be able to reside in this world anymore.
You will live with Papa and Grandma on their ranch still.
We have gone home with Jesus for eternity.”
Waking up to the tears of my grandparents,
I reached out my bandaged hand,
Holding my grandparent’s warm arm,
I pointed to Heaven with a smile,
As the busy doctors and nurses removed my life sustaining tubes.”
“I went home with my grandparents the next day,
Where I would help others always remember,
His Christmas Miracle From Heaven.
My parents, my fallen warriors, rest in Heaven now.
Someday I will visit Jesus’ mansion again.”
Many onlookers’ tears fell on the snowy white ground,
After listening to His sad but joyous story.
Helping their brave grandson down from the stage,
Papa and Grandma looked to heaven, rejoicing their miracle;
While Jesus and His parents watched from above.
Dorothy E. Scott “ Poet For The Lord!”
Angel Fash, “Writer For Special Needs!”
© Copyrighted 2016-2017
This book is dedicated to all special needs and sick children and their parents.
His Christmas Miracle
Last year I received an email from a very special boy, Darrell, whose parents were killed in Iraq last year.
The young boy would talk to me via webcam and we became a special family. His grandfather traveled all over the world in his business, leaving the young boy sad at home, who had immersed himself in exclusion. I met this young boy on Facebook. He told me Jesus sent him to me, which is so true Jesus sends so many to me for His healing in many ways. No matter how bad my attacks and sickness gets, I will always have time for The Lord’s work. I became his adopted mom in many ways. He told me of His Christmas miracle plan and I was so happy for him. I asked him if I could give it as a gift to all of you! Each year I choose true stories to give you the miracles of Christmas and each year I get so many emails from people all over the world, changed by Jesus’ love in His and my words. I can tell you every poem I write, Jesus is there, and every step I take Jesus is there. He is truly the greatest miracle of Christmas, my miracle forever! As you celebrate His birth, remember the true miracles are only given by Him. All material assets can’t buy the true miracle of Christmas, His bountiful love. As you see I make most of my Christmas poetry simple for all to enjoy more like a story than a poem. Johnny and I would like to wish all of you the most blessed Christmas miracle this year, Jesus and His love always! The true miracle is the heart never the pocketbook!
Remember the warriors, their families, the homeless, sick, and all of the world in prayer this holiday season.
God Bless Ya All
Poet Dorothy E. Scott & Hubby Johnny
His Christmas Miracle
Sadly a young boy, Darrell, watched his large television,
Hearing of another family warrior, dying in the war.
He had lost both of his parents in a military plane crash,
Both were generals in the war-torn country of Iraq.
He lived with his loving grandfather in his huge mansion.
He owned thousands of unused toys,
Spending his days, embittered in his mind.
His sketchbooks held all his private thoughts.
His grandfather traveled many places,
Leaving him home, isolated in his sadness.
His large treehouse held all of his private journals.
It was a place he used to write his poetry too.
Lost in his hurt, he couldn’t see past his internal pain,
Letting sorrow invade his entire life,
He heard the newscaster say it would be a sad Christmas for so many,
Layoffs and war was creating poverty more this year!
He got on his knees to pray to his Lord.,
“Father Jesus, I know you are so busy in heaven there,
But I need your help for my Christmas Miracle.
So many need a special miracle in their lives.
His grandfather called him on his cellphone.
He told him about his Christmas wish.
His grandfather gave him permission to bring gifts to many,
Instructing his staff to honor his every wish.
He had heard a spiritual healing in his grandson,
Knowing this Christmas wish was a blessing for all,
His grandson was healing from the grief imbedded,
He would benefit from His Christmas Miracle.
The servants readied his many toys in a huge van to deliver to the less fortunate.
He instructed the maids to purchase ample food and clothes for the homeless.
He would have a huge Christmas party for the warrior families.
Some had lost their precious warrior in the perilous war.
His Christmas Miracle would bring peace and goodwill to many.
He no longer felt sad at his parent’s death.
Excitedly, he prepared thousands of Christmas cards for the warriors,
Asking the children in the hospital to help.
His church school joined in to help with the many cards and gifts,
His Christmas miracle would be for all needing.
His caring staff were busy preparing all.
They were so happy to see their master, laughing again.
He would give his Christmas miracle in his parent’s name.
Many more toys would be bought for the children’s hospital.
His bearded gardener, Santa Bob, would visit the hospital,
Playing Santa Claus for the sick children.
Each toy was carefully wrapped in bright colors,
Supporting a colorful bow on top.
He set aside a special gift for his parents,
A wreath bearing the words, “Mom And Dad I Miss You And Love You!”
He dressed in a sweatshirt and old jeans,
Searching out the needy people for His Christmas Miracle.
He traveled to the bad part of town,
Taking his gardener’s older son, Rob, to protect.
A homeless family sat sobbing in the darkness,
Teeth chattering from the cold.
Soot-covered clothes bear witness to a tragedy.
Losing their homes to an arsonist’s fire.
They had no food or warmth for their children.
The homeless shelters were full of many other homeless families.
There were many empty houses on His grandfather’s ranch.
He called his grandfather for this special miracle.
His grandfather told him he could help the homeless family.
His butler took them to their new home,
While he traveled down another street,
Looking for His Christmas miracle subject.
Mean kids were throwing rocks at a window,
Where a disabled man sat in his wheelchair.
Rob shooed the terrible kids away,
While he timidly knocked on his wooden door.
A warrior with no legs answered with a jolt,
Wheeling his chair to greet the young boy with grimace.
He wielded a cane to brandish if needed.
Relaxing he invited them in for some tea.
His house had one room and bath.
Darrel told him, “We have room for you at our ranch.
I lost both my parents in Iraq in a plane crash.
It embittered me till recently.”
‘My dedicated servants will construct and buy all needed!
A van will come move you to your new home.’
As he left tears welled in his eyes,
Realizing this would be his first Christmas without his parents.
He knew there would be more Christmas miracles.
So many were being helped by his servants.
He felt so alone in his sorrow,
His tears dripped on the littered street.
He went to the industrious park full of laughing children.
One eight year old boy, Sam, sat on a swing weeping.
Darrell sat in the next swing near the sad child.
Sam’s sister sat near him on the ground.
Darrell asked him, “Why do you cry?
They are sending my sis, Della Mae and I faraway,
Separating us in different foster parents,
She will not have her big brother to protect her anymore.
We leave next week to journey faraway.
Right now we live at the Overly Orphanage.
Hundreds of children there won’t have Christmas!
Our parents were taken to heaven by Jesus!
Harry called his grandfather on his cellphone,
Asking him for the most special Christmas gift,
A new brother and sister for His Christmas Miracle,
Telling him the story of the sad children.
His grandfather realized the true healing was Jesus’ miracle.
He called the orphanage right of way.
The orphaned children would be delivered to his house.
He would foster them till their adoption papers were completed.
When his grandson arrived home,
He would find his new brother and sister waiting.
He called his servants, requesting clothes, furniture, and toys.
Any necessary items were requested to be bought.
Preparing his early Christmas gift for his grandson.
He told them he would be arriving a week before Christmas.
A barn, stall was being built for Darrel’s Christmas gift,
He was away putting the final touches on his gift.
Darrel set about preparing a wonderful Christmas.
The orphanage was a bustle with his servant’s preparations.
It was now two weeks before Christmas day.
His Christmas Miracles were making him happier.
His smile and laughter made all feel better,
Though deep down he ached for his parent’s hugs.
He knew they were watching him perform His Christmas Miracle gift.
They are proud of his love for others.
Five days left to perform his Christmas miracle for the freedom families,
He set about ordering many presents for the warriors and their loved ones.
His new happiness filled the house with joy once again!
The true miracle of the season was again nigh.
Soon the banquet was in two days,
Many more duties were left to perform.
He sat about creating the many miracles,
Feeling the presence of The Lord always,
The true miracle of Christmas was Jesus’ love for all,
And the special healing of a boys heart so forlorn.
Bringing the most sacred present eternally,
Celebrating Jesus’ birth in the most precious way.
In each of your houses on this holiday season,
Jesus will always be the greatest gift for your family,
Giving you the greatest miracle of all,
The most precious gift is His loving care always.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2015
By The Hand Of God
Dedicated to the chosen poets and writers in Sick Poet Society,
Also dedicated to my nephew, I raised, David, and Estella Sis, Marianna Sis, Cindi Sis, and Feon Sis.
I Love Ya All My Writers And Poet Family!
May the blessings of Jesus always be your true Pen!
In His Stable
In His stable where He was born,
He had no special birthplace.
There was no room for His mother at the inn,
His hallowed birth began in a straw crib.
He was born with the barn animals watching,
No gold inlaid cradle fit for The King of all Christians,
But He was satisfied with all.
He didn’t need any riches to recognize His worth.
From that stable He grew more loving,
Needing not gold and riches to appease.
He walked the roads giving healing miracles,
Asking for nothing along the way.
In His stable you can be born the same,
Riches of His love and His grace,
Needing not the assets of man,
But a pure heart filled with belief.
It does not matter how rich you are.
Believing in greater eternal riches,
Lightening your every moment and hour,
You become whole in His stable with His other faithful sheep.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
Cling To Him (Number 3 of Jesus’ fifty books Spiritual Illumination series)
This book is dedicated to my daughter, Katrin, 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!
Wounded Warriors Are Witness To The Most Precious Gift They Give To Us!