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Gift Not Forsake
I say to Ye a rich man will not enter the gates of heaven, Without his gifting the less fortunate. The only riches in heaven is His love. He rules His kingdom for spiritual gain not gold, Feeding His Children the balm of continual healing. Let your heart seek to help others in their dismay. The homeless, sick, and weary need a crutch from heaven. We are never poor with His devotion and His grace. He gives us the jewels of forever, Glittering in our hearts and souls. Feed the lost the nutrients of mercy. Let not the bells of disenchantment ring, For He waits to aid in every situation and need. The spirit hungers for reprieve from the dismal chains, Fettering the aching body in distress. Gift, Not Forsake the fellow brother or sister. Bring them hope for the past and future! Let not their foundation be corroded with rust, Tarnished, bearing shame and discontent. Feeding the lonely an eternal morsel of bread to enlighten. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me. 
Seed Of Dissension
Let not the seed of dissension rest in your bedstead, Lest you become immersed in the quicksand of derision. Lost forever in the bowels of an unsettled earth, Sinking you to rest below the lava filled chasms. Make your days show illumination of soul, Warding away the bounds of evil and the sinners hand. Plant your seed in the hallowed field of love, Letting not humanity plow it under. Reap your garden from pious filled soil, Letting not brackish water spoil the aging of eternity. Eternal waters will bring heaven’s moisture to replenish. The parched earth will no longer bear shame. Let not the seed of dissension alter the goodness of Your Father. He carries the scepter of righteousness and hope. Believe in His goodness and healing! His mighty hand rules over all his kingdom. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me. 
Rejoice God Is At Hand
Rejoice God Is At Hand! He understands you are lost and lonely, Sending His love to conquer all fears, Appease the continuing hurt inside. In sorrow he holds us in His arms, Weeping, His saddened tears with us. In Him we can rest in serenity, Nothing seems impossible with Him close. Rejoice God is at Hand, Politicians barter for more money, Forgetting that the greatest tool is Jesus, He will solve any problem we have. It is His love carrying us over the treacherous waters, Beyond the undertow of dismay and unhappiness. No storm can destroy His foundation of love, He is the pedestal to lean on always. Rejoice He watches over you with His grace, Letting no iniquities harm His loyal children. He hosts His festival of souls for all answering His call. All are welcome to join in His eternal promise. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me. 
Walking On The Wild Side
Tiptoe on the leaves of destruction. Tread lightly over the flaming beds. Feel the constant burn of sin, scorching, While walking on the wild side. Feel the devastation lurking in every shadow, Away from the spiritual safety of Jesus. No illumination to sooth and heal, Your blistered feet, burning with regret. Walk on the wild side of your life. Enjoy your days frolicking with evil. Let your hearth be the house of dissension, A place, where the lonely reside in ignorance. Join the festival of the souls in the royal kingdom, A place of serenity and hope; Or remain in the darkness and blight, Walking on the wild side of your fate! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me. 
His Will Always Has A Way
Beaten but not broken, His will always has a way. He endured such tortures for His children. Bestowing on them the greatest gift, His life. He gave them will to make mistakes and be forgiven, Seeding them with the ultimate blessing, Life with Him in His eternal mansion. He makes room for failure, Giving the freedom to fail and make mistakes. His spiritual guidance is given to overcome them. When we get lost along our pathway, Every step seems so dismal and bleak, His illuminations lights up the darkness. Join His festival of souls which beckons to all. He knows some will fall from temptation, Lured by the dark promises of the fallen one. His faithful children will be rewarded a reservation, An eternal contract of only love and hope, Far from the burning pit of domination. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me. 
The Brigade Can’t Be Broken
Both battle stations are assembling. Evil is making a frightful stand, The heavenly brigade can’t be broken. His spiritual sword cuts the blackness and blight. Murder of the innocent carries tragedy for all. Angel warriors bear the spiritual flag, Announcing the mighty war has begun. Ebony spirits will be thrust in a bottomless pit. Blood stained alleyways bear witness to the violence. The lack of heart impedes the goodness. Life is bartered in the greed of the drug lords. Gangs rule the streets with weapons and cruelty. Yet the brigade can’t be broken! Jesus rules beyond the kingdom of disheartenment. His love sends the evil in a bottomless pit; Where it can never harm another of his children. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me. 
Weeping Of Your Soul
Heavenly tears rain down upon the lost. He hears the weeping of your soul! His heart is heavy with internal disdain. He awaits for the lost to call upon His name. Are you lost in a world of solitude and hurt? Happiness and hope is not anticipated in your life? Is your spirit feeling weak and body without energy? Look toward the light, illuminating near never far. The weeping in your soul is heard. Grieving The Master awaits your pleading call. He feels your every torturous pain and affliction. Your penetrating nails hurt His tender heart. His heart bleeds from every sharp thorn cast Waiting for every sinners’ penance call. Every weeping of the soul is heard. He awaits for you to answer His invitation. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Making the Grade
Life is not meant for perfection. It is not meant to be an easy travel. There will always be obstacles to overcome; But with Jesus all can be fought and won. Making the grade means having the ability to believe in thyself. Have the faith to walk the pathway of His love. The will to achieve His commandments, Knowing the road may bear difficulty and pain. We reach out for His hand to hold and shelter, Believing in the impossible through Him. See every miracle He has performed, Letting not temptation overrule His goodness. Making the grade isn’t a chore but a blessing. It is a gift bestowed by Jesus for the faithful. His grace cleans any remnants of sin imbedded, Leading us to participate in His Festival Of Souls. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Look What His Love Carries
Look What His Love Carries! Feel His arms encircle to take away your pain! All sorrows are cast away with illumination of spirit! His holy words are written in our hearts and mind. Hold our bibles near in our hand, Where they can replenish our spirit with understanding. His love becomes a banner we carry proudly, Warding away the evil brand advancing close Keeping it afar from our innocent temple Of Christ. Look What His Love Carries! See the sacrifice He gave for the lost, Giving them new life and blessings. Nothing is greater then His dedication and His power, Shielding us from derision of eternal ignorance, Gracing us with a forever contract of His love. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Releasing The Wind
The clouds of dismay encircles the world, Leading innocent minds in a clutter, Releasing winds of turbulence. Innocents souls are lost in this hurricane, Sending their helpless emotions in a cyclonic whirl, Lost in the turbulent cycle of misunderstanding. Street gangs spread their filth about. Iniquities of the spirit strangle the innocent wayfarer, Caught in the resolution of sin. Terrorists bargain with deadly consequences, Lives become the toss of the deadly coin, A bargaining chip for the evil predator. Bittersweet encircles the world with filth, Cursive thoughts reign down helplessness of mind, Releasing the winds of eternal shame. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Praise His Word
Praise His Word With Thine Own Heart. Sing His glory through mouth and mind. Heed His words of faithfulness and belief! Lead every footstep in His grace, Though the battle will be harsh. Win it with an open heart to change. Pray with truth and love in your heart. Seek not riches of man but look for blessings. Help the hungry, sick, and homeless to find true faith. Lead others to believe in eternal life, While standing on the pathways of new life, Abiding in the Festival Of Souls. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Only His Breath
Are you lost in your thoughts and body, Feeling depressed at what life offers? You spend your day looking for happiness, Yet you remain sad and lonely? Only His breath will alter the most dismal day. With His love you can conquer all. His spiritual essence will surround the evil, Wiping away the bittersweet aroma of failure. Do you see only the bleakness of your life? Ebony veil reveals a heart of blackness and dismay? You fight every battle with anger and hate, Striking out at every new question with no vigor? Only His breath will reveal your new found pathway, A place filled with love and hope, Leaving hope and understanding along the way. Faith paves a new highway of satisfaction! Reach and partake of His goodness and grace. It is being offered without any payment, Except believing and accepting His pious laws. You can be forever free from the life you are living! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Special Moments
Special moments with Jesus will be recorded. In your heart and mind of satisfaction. Your whole body clings to the need for His love. Your spirit is illuminated by His holy essence. Every thought clings to His entrance in your life. You feel His adoration warming your body. His grace has wiped away your past sins, Wiping your slate of life clean. There is room only for His love and understanding. His guidance will lead you beyond the treacherous seas, Bringing you a peace beyond anyone’s understanding. Your special moments with Him will be recorded in His heart. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Sitting On The Backside
Sitting on the backside, love cannot be found. There is no understanding of Jesus. He weeps waiting for your answer to His question. His mercy waits to invite you in His heart. His grace is ready to wash away your blemishes and pain. He sees the tortures of your mind and heart. Are you willing to reside in this pit of the lost, Or accept the blessings He wishes to bestow? He sees the fear and pain knitting your brow. His tears cover His heavenly robe, While He watches you sitting on the backside. He waits to offer you His spiritual hand of love and understanding. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
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Nest Of The Unholy
The streets are filled with false tongues, Forcing their religion upon you. They prophesize the coming Of Christ. Yet I say to you listen not to this unspiritual voice. Born in the nest of the unholy, Their foundation carries only vile and bittersweet. Hear not their evil testimony, Less a serpent will bite your tender heel. No man rules my children with his wicked hand, Whips him with a leather whip to conquer, To magnify his political standing and his house. His kingdom is not of My own. My mansion is built with love, crested. There is no dismay and shame under its eaves. It is the haven for the afflicted and the innocent. A house where all my family can find eternal rest. Heed not the nest of the unholy! It bears only shame and domination of spirit. It will bring flames to your tender feet. Leaving the mark of evil’s shame. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me. 
Jesus weeps for all and waiting for your plea. He will never let you down.
He loves you forever, eternally! 
Leading Beyond The Waves
The tempest will reign terror upon the innocence. Leading beyond the waves of grievous, The Lord holds His holy scepter to rule. The ebbs of serenity calm every torrential storm, Binding them with the rainbow of peace, Leaving a spiritual haven to rest in. Seek not the temperate of the wolf on the prowl, Seeking an innocent fawn to devour. Seek only the hope of The Shepherd. His love overcomes all with determination. No tempestuous wave can destroy His goodness, For His love waits to triumph in every battle. Leading humanity beyond the waves, To a calmer realm of His eternal light, The forever lighthouse of redemption. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me. 
Nightmare Alley
A life, shadowed in shame, bears only rotted fruit. Walking in the pathway of destruction, Litters the innocent soul with bereavement, Tarnishing the goodness with a mortal flame. Feeding into the darkness, the soul withers from all blight. No light will illuminate the torturous pathway of shame. Wrought in the armor of indecision, Mistakes become the foundation of the mind. Luring predators induce to feed upon perils of the body, Leading the unwary to the pit of no return. Partaking of the iniquities of evil, The vipers wait to devour the remnants of the foolish flesh. The spirit remains in this nightmare alley, Where piranhas feast on your weakness. Your flailing logic become dust of the ignorant. Remaining lost far from the festival of the souls. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me. 
Beckon Away
The world is littered with stones of dissension, Pelting the innocent with dismay. Their pathways become cluttered with obstacles, Enclosing the heart in an embittered sheath. Beckon away the evil with a spiritual prayers, Issuing the decree of The Father to the lost, Illuminating the bleakness and blight. Joining the festival of the souls to heal and grow. Look toward the light of replenishment. Know The Father is always near! His loving arms wait for your pleaful request, To stop the sickness of mind and spirit. Beckon away your pain and sorrows, Sending away the misunderstandings of your life. Let not your pedestals crumble from the weight. Ask for the strength of His guidance and love. Let not the sun rise on anger and disbelief. Look only toward the comfort of His light. Join the circle of the believers, Dancing in the festival of the souls for eternity. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me. 
Bridge Of Understanding
There is a bridge to cross over, Where the weary can find rest. It is a place without confusion, A spiritual residence of love. The Bridge Of Understanding offers a haven for all needing. Some will cross over to the safety beyond, While others prefer to bask in the sinful world, Fed by the evil temptations of the unsaved. Faithful Christians rejoice in the Festival Of The Souls. It is an eternal journey to relish in goodness and hope. Forever bask in the spiritual illumination of new beginnings, Where new life and habits are always born. The Bridge Of Understanding is a pious journey to the great realm. Beyond the dismal mountains of pain and dismay, It offers a new life to behold and claim, The contract can never be broken by evil. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me. 
Leaping Beyond Your Faith
Rugged pathways fail to daunt your journey. Leaping beyond your faith was the ultimate goal. You won the miraculous battle being fought; Yet you are still fighting a war with thoughts and actions. Faith has bought you a spiritual understanding, Bringing peace of mind in the most difficult situations. Hope has become your pedestal of strength, To rely on as the tempestuous storms rages. Leaping beyond your faith to eternal win, You have fought the torturous byways, Finding rest in the Savior’s grace. Your heart no longer has to wander alone. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Heathens Are Bound When Christ Speaks
Speak not of bittersweet to mar the spirit! Praise your triumphs and battles won. Pray each morning and believe, Heathens are bound when Christ speaks! Let not cursive behavior rule your thoughts, Pushing away the innocence of mind. Anger must never become the homestead of your heart. Let not the your journey be accomplished in disdain. Heathens are bound when Christ speaks. His words are engraved in spiritual stone. His love overcomes all sorrow and pain. You are never alone in your walk! His grace will conquer all fear borne, Illuminating your pathway with righteousness. The gamblers cast lots for their souls, While the faithful live in belief of Christ. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Breaking The Bread Of Dissension
Feeding upon the blight of man and beast, Iniquities become the voracious appetite of the lost. Guns rule the streets of shame. Alcohol dulls the senses of the innocent mind. Drugs become an euphoric journey, Beyond the spiritual essence of Christ. Criminals sell their wares with violence and greed. Sexual impropriety becomes the trade of the lost street. Commandments are broken without thought of grace. Breaking the bread of dissension, Jesus sends His earth angels to convert and save, While his tears saturate His heavenly robe. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Not Broken But Bruised
You feel your heart beating inside too fast. Fear encircles your helpless mind in a vise, Leaving you feeling lost in a world of helplessness. Not broken but bruised, You seek a new route to venture far, Never needing to take that spiritual step. You are lost, lonely, and confused. You refuse to see the hallowed ground before you, Preferring to bask in the sin enclosing your being. You feel you are not broken but bruised. Feeling strong in your walk, You reach not for Jesus but for your need. You have become so lost in your life, Denying thyself the ultimate healing: Which only comes with the rebirth of the spirit. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Let Not The World Taunt
Let not the world taunt you to do sin. Do not be led to the chamber of dismal. Let not your future be tarnished in soot. Speak only words of praise and enlightenment. Let not hatred become your bedpost. Anger must never rule your heart. Cursive voice only brings sadness and downfall. The heart can’t learn to heal, When hate becomes the leading thought. Let not the world taunt you into trouble, Instead make your heart and intentions pure. Free your mind from evil thoughts. Jesus waits for your pleading call. His arms will comfort you in His love. His grace will free you from the harrowed past. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
The Grace Of Redemption
The world has become corrupted with iniquities, Bringing crime and spiritual destruction. Murderers and thieves roam the streets, Leaving terror and havoc in their wake. The grace of redemption has been pushed aside. Faith and hope has been replaced by violence. Street gangs rule their turf with brutality. Churches and temples are burned by the hate. Terrorists prosecute the Christians and martyrs. Death has reign in a nation without grace of redemption. Greed of money and evil has domain over the goodness. Street pushers mar a young child’s life with addiction. Grace of redemption over rules all of this dismal occurrences. The world will become lighted with love and respect. Christians kneel in prayer to heal all these iniquities of man! Release the goodness into the sinning world! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Only With Him
You can stay immersed in the sinful waters, Without His loving hands to hold you, Above the flames of dismal forever, Or reside In His Spiritual realm. The iniquities of man may give you euphoric pleasure. You may remain in this hallucinogenic world for while, But your body temple will crash, Becoming the dust of the ignorance. Only the ignorant victim bargains his life, Casting a lot of dice for his future. He sees not the riches of The Father before Him. Preferring to reside in the halls of ungodly behavior. Only with Him, the true gold of heaven will open, Basking in the spiritual illumination of soul and mind. You become filled with His pious intervention. You will be set free in His grace. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
Love Always Finds A Way
He watches your tears from heaven. His heart feels such pain, Seeing your sorrow causes Him great hurt. His loving arms reach out to encircle. He feels the same deep emotions as you. He comforts you with His devotional love. He brings you laughter in your mind. When you are disconcerted and blue, His hands stroke your saddened brow. His love always finds a way, He brings you a much brighter life. He sends the pious sun to warm the coldness. His illumination is a beacon to heal, Whatever you feel he always knows. He holds you close to comfort in His arms. Teaching you His love always finds the way. Come to Him for any problem or dismay. He waits to heal your every affliction. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 Dedicated to the greatest mail lady and sis, Kathy Sis, who has helped me in many ways. Even making it easier to get my mail in my yard. May you have many blessings as you read His book as you have inspired and given me many. 
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