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In God’s Healing Breath
In God’s Healing Breath, there is no need for fear, His hand covers all the wounds, borne in life. His words become the foundation of the thriving, Guided by the spiritual essence of past words written. The afflicted will no longer cry of unseen terrors. Their nightmares are swept away with the dust. They have no need for euphoric desires of their addiction, Their body and soul has been made whole. Mothers weeping in the night are held in His loving arms. He denies nobody the bountiful blessings only He can bestow. His heart covers all with His pious love seeding, Leaving the glorious benevolence of His love sown. In God’s Healing Breath, None will ever suffer, Enthroned in the stinging thorns of iniquity. Evil temptation is thrust in the pit of no return. His love is the only kingdom with the ruling hand. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2013 God’s Healing Breath II, His Word, His Light For The World The Dragon’s Breath
Let not your streets be paved by the dragon’s breath, It will sear all with its perilous flame, Leaving only burning souls in its wake. All foundations buckle under its strain. Let God’s Healing Breath bring refresh, To thy quivering minds wrought in sin, Cooling the heated flame with God’s love, No one will perish by the dragon’s fearsome breath. His Word, His Light For The World, Will bring every sinner an ultimate decree, Setting free their tribulations in a bottomless pit, Far from the crevices where evil resides. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2008-2015 God’s Healing Breath II, His Word, His Light For The World Children Weep Not For The Things
Children weep not for things you cannot change. Look only to the benefits of life achieved. See not the tragic occurrences but the blessed. Lead yourself only on the pathway of righteousness. Keep thyself clean from the addiction of the sinner, Read my scriptures and believe in My love. Let not dismay riddle thy thoughts with malice. Yield not to the depravity of the unbeliever. Change can only accomplished with the willing heart and mind. My love covers all wounds with the healing balm of grace. Teach not the vows of iniquity to appease your voracious hunger. Lead My children to the everlasting altar of content. Weeping not for the frivolous affections of the sinning, Only for the beneficial gifts offered only by My grace. Let not addiction become the guiding force in your life. It will only lead you to the desolation of the soul. Children, Weep not for the things to come. Let not your days become numbered by actions bought See not the tragic occurrences but the blessed. Lead yourself only on the pathway of righteousness. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2008-2015 God’s Healing Breath II, His Word, His Light For The World Clouds Of Dismay
Let not the clouds of dismay belittle you. They can be harsh in their transformation of mind. They feed upon your fears and weakness, For they sense your great hurt felt. Do not get lost in the caves of hopelessness, For it can be a lonely and dismal place. Without a light to guide you, Beyond your desolate surroundings. Lean upon me, My Child, in your sorrow, I have loving arms to hold you in safety. I can ease any pain felt in your journey! You are never alone in your walk. When the clouds of dismay threaten to anger, Sit under the canopy of faith and hope. Be shielded from the darts of helplessness, For I, The Father, loves My Child eternally. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2008-2015 God’s Healing Breath II, His Word, His Light For The World His Christmas Journey
The Father decided to see how loyal His flock was this year. Arriving at a popular shopping mall, He saw the various gifts on display. Seeing a child throwing a tantrum for a toy wanted, Sorrowful tears dripped on His hallowed robe. He saw a parent strike a child across the face. In her cart were many bottles of alcohol. Another was buying a fancy cell phone, While her cursing was heard on her other cell phone. He saw a warrior holding his little toddler girl close, Looking at the decorated strollers and car seats. His wife was eight months pregnant, Soon to be blessed with the little boy they wanted. He was enlightened to see a mother reach down, Picking up her weeping child from the floor. She placed a kiss on her chocolate face, Removing the remnants of the candy with a wet n wipe. The Father knew that His birth had become humanity’s gift. Many had forgotten His sacrifice to save all. It was a time of greed and want of the expensive things. Only few of His flock were loyal to His birth. He walked toward the door of the popular mall, When a lady burst in the revolving doors, she knocked an elderly lady down. She rushed on to the store in a hurry for a purchase. A teenage boy reached down and helped her up. Jesus’ heart was gladdened but so sad how the world had become. He saw a homeless man begging for food on the corner, Reeking of the smell of alcohol and in sweaty clothes. His heart was so grieved at this scene. False Prophets were standing on the corner, Giving pamphlets of their idolatry. While others collected money to help the poor. A shelter fed the homeless families huddled inside. The Father saw an elderly lady feeding the pigeons, A blanket of snow covered the ground. She was dressed in a torn scarf and tattered coat. Her hands were frozen from the cold. The lady from the shelter handed her a donated coat, Gloves and scarf to match would warm her now. In the corner a little girl and little boy was nurturing a scraggly fir tree, Decorating it with tinsel and decorations they found on the street. The Father smiled at these dedicated children. They were making the tree for the homeless, Who would not have a Christmas tree. Singing the tale of His birth in their endeavor. A Christmas Journey, Jesus decided to take, Showed loving but much greed and selfishness. He left the park to journey to one last place, Leaving the blessed laughter behind of the children. He came upon a church decorated with a nativity scene, Beside the stable a homeless couple huddled to keep out the cold. He could tell the lady was soon to birth. A priest rushed out to chase them away. He followed them in the snow many miles to an old barn, Where the lady lay on moldy hay in deep pain. The farmer rushed out to see what was happening, Seeing the helpless couple on the cold floor. He immediately made a fire to warm them. His wife prepared the water for the birth and blankets needed. The farmer was a retired vet who had delivered many calves. He asked The Father for help in this task. As the head emerged, tears erupted from His eyes. The vet had delivered a screaming baby boy. His wife cleaned the baby and clothed it in doll clothes. They were a childless couple who wanted children. They knew it would be awhile before the lady could be moved, Wrapping all in a blanket, they gazed upon the Christmas miracles. The couple told the farmer and his wife they had lost their home to fire. A blizzard had entrapped them in the cold. The elderly couple asked them to live with them, Being their children for life if they wished. The young man shook His hand and said I will call the baby Jesus, For it was His miracle long ago that brought us together. The Father smiled at the loving words given. Even though He had seen many sad and selfish scenes on Christmas. He saw the true love, brimming through on the blizzard day, When two Christmas miracles became one. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2008-2015 God’s Healing Breath II, His Word, His Light For The World |
My heart was so bad in surgery and doctors wouldn’t give me pain medicine. I was hurting so bad, suffering when Jesus turned my chest gold and said I am taking over. When I got back to my room this poem was in my head but nurses wouldn’t let me write. I had hubby sneak me small tablet in and pen because a poet needs to write when given it by God. They had done an Av Nodal Ablation destroying 3 av nodes I had been born with, a birth defect. They told me we see these on autopsies of baby only never 3 av nodes. You shouldn’t have lived at all. I told them it’s a blessing of my life, Jesus watches over His own, protecting us. A Jehovah witness found God and lot of nurses reborn in thoughts and me I walked with my Father again in a special way but I hope In Your Spiritual Walk With Thy Father, you will see how much He loves us!
God Bless Ya Love Ya muahhhhhh Poet Dorothy In Your Spiritual Walk With Thy Father In your spiritual walk with Thy Father, Listen to My guiding instructions. Let not deafness of ear and mind, Alter your sight to My Love! Sing praises for joy fills My heart. Children, Enlighten Thy Father, For I have much love to confer, Giving all the gifted privilege of eternal stay. Speak only the words of spiritual wisdom, For My eyes see all events to pass or to come. I wish to fulfill every heart with a compassionate embrace; But also light the Flame Of Eternal Grace Of Truth. In your every walk in spiritual life with Thy Father, Let not dismay become your bedside manner. Know Thy Father holds His child close, Even when thy weep of sorrow or pain. Thy Father will not let peril become thy hearth! Listen to My knowledgeable words, For ignorance is the ailment of the foolhardy, Only destruction and demean can be this pathway. In your every walk in spiritual life with Thy Father, My Child, I am there to walk each footstep. In difficult times I will carry you over the searing coals, For My Child, I am always there! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2008-2015 (written July 16, 2008 -3 hours after heart surgery) God’s Healing Breath II, His Word, His Light For The World. Mercy Conquers All
Are you sad and lonely wishing for a friend? Does your world seem so hopeless? There is no end to your discomfort! Mercy conquers all tortures and pain! It can withstand the sharpest spear or the dullest knife. Nothing can win against this precious gift. Every road covered in rocks and rills, Cannot withstand mercy’s hallowed hand. It can wipe away any tribulations or lots cast. Mercy conquers all life has to offer in dismay. The pathway is only smooth without blemish. No desolation will be found in the world of His love. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2008-2015 God’s Healing Breath II, His Word, His Light For The World Blessed Father Cling To Me
Blessed Father, Cling to Me! Hold me close in Thy bosom of love. Let not temptation taunt me. Lead me on the righteous path. Let not my footsteps walk in the mired swamp, Where there is only leeches to prey. There tribulation has its hearth, Bricked in worthless stone to portray. Thy hands must remain clean from this silt! Help me to bear only the ivory robe of light, Illuminating every dismal pathway, With only the lamp of eternal grace. Blessed Father Cling To Me! When my sorrow is so great to bear, Hold me close to You for my comfort needed. Let not my tears stain every pillow! Let not my mouth bear the evil curse, Lest my spirit will bear eternal shame, A blemish against my goodness will be shorn, Leaving a scar to bear in heaven’s judgment. When I am grieving for things hard to achieve, Let not my greed become my life foundation, Or my faith to falter in the dust of failure. Let my every thought be only of You! Blessed Father, Cling to Me! Hold me close in Thy bosom of love. Let not temptation taunt me. Lead me on the righteous path. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2008-2015 God’s Healing Breath II, His Word, His Light For The World |