In my Journey with poetry and the internet.
I met the most amazing people and some very famous.
I love helping people no matter who you are. 
I was sent many people by Jesus to help as 
this page reveals in one of my newer books.
I love seeing you achieve greater things Because Our Savior Lives!
Many people I know through the fact I write poetry for them.
Your poetry can bring such a joy to others in many ways.
When I became so sick I wanted to give my sister
who I love, Katrin, the best gift, something she could have forever, andTo know the people I helped and have known through my years!
Being a poet I was able to do God's work for so many. 
He gifted me with right words and I was Christian Counselor for so many.

This page is for you Katrin, my sister angel, I love You!
your poems from your birthday gift!

His Mercy Said No

So many times in my life I saw people, who live life on the wild side. They fail to see His love or even His care. They are the first to blame Him for their downfalls and sicknesses. This saddens me to see this display of selfishness. In the olden biblical days women had no say or were even counted.
They had do sacrifices to be considered clean. Jesus gave His life, so we could do away with old rules and open our gate to new beginnings, His beginnings. We do have His rules to follow and His commandments but He has paid the price as our ultimate sacrifice. Evil runs the streets and so many adhere to drugs and alcohol, iniquities of man. Their brains are changed by the evil found in their euphoric desires. There are many good Christians, who honor Jesus and this book is about their struggles and their heavenly win. No one is free from affliction and it takes a strong will to overcome. In my journeys online, many still email me, write, or visit me on chat or pogo, needing His love through my poetry or counsel. Jesus sent me so many to help. I have have met everyone of these people in one way or another. This book is their journeys through affliction to their spiritual win through Him. I met so many people so lost and others illuminated with His light. The right words always seem to be found when Jesus sends me people. He is speaking through me in poetry always. I am His poet and His light for others illuminate the world to heal all!
God Bless Ya
Love Ya Muahhhhhhhh
Poet Dorothy Sis

His Mercy Said No

I was so lost in the streets of hopelessness.
Needing a loving hand to guide me beyond.
My life had been filled with a rocky passages.
Leading me to go astray in every footstep taken.

I walked on a flaming bed of nails,
Penetrating my tender feet with apprehension and fear.
My mind was filled with transgression and greed,
Entrapping my body in a perilous addiction.

I cried from the continuing pain of rejection,
Till His Mercy Said, “No more.”
 I was lost till I Heard My Savior’s call,
Raising me from the deep chasm I was trapped in.

He told me, “My Child I am here to free you,
From this harrowing path you have chosen!”
His love lifted me beyond the flames,
Feeding me the balm of grace to heal.

His Mercy Said No, “You can’t take My Child away,”
Carrying me away from the heated coals and ashes of my past.
His love embraced me with declaration of His Love,
Leading me away from the sins encircling me.

I was set free with His grace and redemption,
Illuminated by His hallowed light.
Treading on the righteous pathway,
I found my true eternal home!

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

This whole book was written to help others names chosen by Jesus and all will be about people I helped and met through His guidance.
Love Ya Muahhhhhhhh
God Bless Ya All

Broken Hand Without Love

Bruised and broken, she felt so alone,
Wandering how she would survive on the streets.
Trash was blowing along the littered sidewalks
Dark alleyways held unknown danger.

She couldn’t go back to the abuse awaiting her at home.
Her stepfather drank heavily and used crack cocaine.
She was abused many ways every night,
Hurting from the mental and physical abuse she left faraway.

She wasn’t allowed to worship in her home.
Her Bible had been torn by her angry devil worshipping mother.
All she owned was the soiled clothes on her back .
Faded and torn from their continuous wear.

She saw an old country church beside the road,
The frigid north wind was curling the trees,
Whipping her innocent wounded legs.
She headed to find final rest under some trees.

That night an elderly lady was carrying a lantern,
Checking to insure her dogs warmth and safety.
She found the little girl huddled in the cold,
A child broken without love.

She called her husband to carry the little child in.
Dressing her many wounds she cried out,
“Dear Lord save this child from this affliction.
Her body and spirit is torn with despair.”

“A hand broken without love is not quick to heal.
Give this lost little girl the strength of Your love,
Faith and hope to achieve beyond the tortures dealt.
Thank You Lord for listening to my prayer of the innocent girl.”

Calling the sheriff and the village doctor to come to her aid,
She knew Jesus had listened to her pleaful prayer.
The sheriff found the family and arrested all,
While the village doctor repaired all of her cuts and breaks.

She grew up with the family, who rescued her.
Becoming a missionary rescuing so many abusive children,
Bringing all a remembered prayer to always say.
Sister Ann now administers love and hope to all she meets.

Her Prayer: “A hand broken without love is not quick to heal.
Give His lost little children the strength of love,
Faith and hope to achieve beyond the tortures dealt.
Thank You Lord for listening to my prayer of the innocence.”

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Road Of Broken Promises

A lady trembled when she heard Reverend Dale say, “He Loves You, Child”.
She sat in the pews the same time every day,
Dreading to go back to her controlling abusive husband.
Bruises were covered by makeup yet still shown through.

The reverend took her hand in his own.
He said, “My child, Jesus weeps for the pain you endure. 
He can’t stand to see your abusive tears.
You live on a road of unbroken promises.”

She replied. “Reverend Dale, I am so lost in this life.”
He told her, “Child, He can only show you the time and way.”
As she left the church, she looked back at tears flowing from the caring reverend’s eyes.
He said, My child, “Don’t wait till it’s too late!”

She arrived home, She quickly fixed her husband’s favorite supper,
Hoping he wouldn’t be in a drunken mood again.
He always found fault with her in the house and food.
Every night was the same road of broken promises.

Her husband called to say, He wouldn’t be home till two.
One of his buddies was having a birthday bash.
She quickly called her mom to say,
Mom, I am leaving Harry and coming home.

She hurriedly packed and went to the bus stop,
Hearing Reverend Dale’s comforting words.
She left her goodbye note to say it its over,
I am leaving your road of broken promises.

Boarding the bus to her new life,
She never came back and married again.
Holding her triplet girls, as Reverend Dale blessed them,
She thanked Jesus for her unbroken road of promises.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Forbidden But Not Forgotten

Growing up in a devilish atmosphere, she was forbidden to have a Holy Bible.
She was taught only evil, nothing about Jesus.
She would hear others talk about the goodness in Him,
Yet she was entrapped in the beliefs of a devil worshipper.

She knew that it was wrong to go against her parents religion,
But this illumination of her soul began to blossom.
She went in a church to listen to the preacher,
Curious about this Savior all talked about.

She knew her family would be angry at her for disobedience.
For this new Christianity was forbidden,
She knew in her heart this was who she wanted to be,
Not a lover of evil and hate being bred in her.

She met a very special poet online, who led her away from all.
On a special chat, Wellness, she found peace.
A new found love of Jesus blossomed. 
Though forbidden but not forgotten.

She ran away to a convent to be free from the devil’s affliction,
Growing up with a missionary group,
That traveled all over the world.
She became the saver of many more needing Christ.

Nothing could stop the spiritual essence of Jesus,
He sends His earth angel to heal and conquer any fears.
Nothing is forbidden in His love, except evil acts.
He will send you His grace to withstand all!

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

On the day of Hurricane Katrina I talked to this family until they lost power. it was a special family I knew from my blazer days.
I told them that Jesus told me to tell them to place open bibles to my favorite psalm. The Revalas Family just had four girls and named them Dorothy, Hope, Faith, and Grace in honor of the Jesus saving them. If you listen He speaks to you too!

His Hallowed Breath Overtakes All

Hurricane Katrina had hit landfall, flooding waters were destroying many houses.
The horrific grasping wind shook the entire foundations,
Uprooting many trees and buildings in its wake.
Flooding hands reached out covering many vehicles.

Many people had stayed to protect their assets.
One family of four lived in a poor neighborhood.
They had no car to drive, no way to escape the storm,
Convinced by a poet they knew, to brace their house with the spiritual word.

Placing bibles all over their house, open on every table.
They had prepared their basement with all needed even a generator.
Beds had been built high off the ground.
Much non perishable food and water was on the wrought iron shelves.

The father told his children, “His hallowed breath overtakes all.
If we believe in His love and grace.
We can withstand anything in our path to overcome.
Just believe in His hope and faith and we will survive.”

The winds rumbled shaking their entire foundation.
They heard the trees being uprooted.
They could hear the mighty roar of the hurricane,
But they remained steadfast in faith and hope.

The storm soon passed  enough to get out of their basement,
Nothing was disturbed in their house,
The candles still burned by the bibles.
Opened to, The Lord Is My Shepherd.

Looking out the unbroken windows,
They saw their house was encased in uprooted trees and tin.
God had built a barrier around their house,
Around them houses were only wet lumber on the ground.

The father told his family with a faithful smile , 
“See I told you, His hallowed breath overtakes all.
We just had to believe In His love and grace.
Honor Him always and He will help you!

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

I met little David Bestor in 2000 and he is the reason I became a reverend. I wanted go see him in real life. Only a reverend could visit him. He was in a hospital near me, Eight years old he had grown up in this bubble. I became badly sick and was hospitalized where I learned I was dying of a fatal heart disease, Prinzmetal Angina. He died while I was hospitalized. He was born with a rare form of leukemia and never knew our world or nature. He wanted be a park ranger but never could be one. He was in a world of medicine and pain. I met him on my chat city wellness and he and I both sick chatted and became best buddies. He was my adopted little boy. I spent many nights with him in pain, praying for him. David left a special place in my heart that can’t be touched by anyone. We were so close and he made me a better reverend and poet. I taught him poetry and he taught me love and about animals. Many children now live in bubbles too but they can be home now. His bravery made the world make things better for many other people with same fate. I love you my little hero, David.
God Bless Ya David’s Family and all the other bubble children and bubble adults.
Jesus is there for all.
Love Ya Muahhhhhh
Poet Dorothy 

Healing Promises

A young boy shed tears at another painful shot.
They had renew his intravenous line again soon.
His arms were bruised from the many blood tests.
The chemo had taken his hair and eyebrows.

He had been bedridden many months in this bubble home.
Leukemia had taken his immune system.
He communed with a computer and a chat.
All alone in this bubble world.

In this bubble was a large playroom full of toys,
He never hugged his parents but through gloves.
Wanting to meet him in person at least once.
I became a reverend online and off through a church.

This little boy was forced to live his whole life in a bubble,
Away from his mother and father,
Enduring all the difficulties of a leukemia patient,
Locked away from the world he loved.

Only solace he had was a computer to entertain.
In heaven he is free to run and play.
Being the little boy he always wanted to be.
Faraway from the pain and affliction of yesterday.

His healing promises had been fulfilled,
All humanity can be fulfilled too.
Just ask him for healing mercy and reprieve.
Believe and It will happen only from Him.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

The Sword Is Mightier Than The Dagger

A ten boy grew up, embittered with gang thoughts.
Drugs and alcohol changed him to be a very tough person.
A sad mother watched her son becoming a thug.
Telling him, “Son, the sword is mightier than the dagger.”

He became deeper in the gang riots and structure.
Forgetting the biblical teachings his mom taught him.
Running away his home he wanted to be his own boss,
Never knowing his mother died of a broken heart.

He was arrested many times for the sale of drugs
Always fighting others for his ultimate leadership.
He never thought of his mother or family,
Considering his gang his only family.

Bleeding to death he was rushed to the hospital,
Where his mother used to work.
She was a surgical nurse for many years,
Dedicating herself to help others in the medical field.

He had been shot in the chest and abdomen, bleeding internally.
He wanted his mom to come hold him.
The nurse said, “Son, Your mother died of a broken heart last year.”
We couldn’t save her from a ripped aorta.”

“ I am sorry, Son, you waited too late.
She is in heaven now waiting for you to see,
“The Sword is mightier than the dagger.’
His spiritual word is stronger then the thrust of a dagger.”

“We are taking you to surgery now, son.”
We have to repair the aorta in your heart.
The bullet destroyed the intestines, and your bowel.
Don’t worry Son, The sword is mightier than the dagger.”

“He watches over all of His children,
Though they need good spiritual spanking once in awhile.
Son, You will have another chance to change your life.
I hope you have learned, “The sword is mightier than the dagger.”

He lay many weeks in a hospital jail,
Thinking of the many times he had done wrong,
Committing so many sins he couldn’t count.
He had lost his conscience for the good.

Released from the hospital, He joined a missionary group,
His heart surgeon was headed there on a mission to save.
He wanted to make his mother proud.
Realizing, The Sword Is Mightier Than The Dagger.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

He Wipes Your Tears

Sitting on the rustic white porch step, 
The teenage girl was deep in thought of her past life.
She could hear her granny singing in the kitchen, baking pies.
Her grandfather was weeding his precious garden.

Her calico baby kitten was lazing on the swing,
Purring a happy tune about nature.
A mother hen was teaching her baby chicks to forage for food.
While the lazy rooster snoozed on the fence.

She could hear the cows, mooing in the pasture.
Pigs were grunting in their very muddy pen.
A mother bird watched over her eggs on her nest.
All animals seemed so happy to live their day.

Tears fell out of her sorrowful eyes,
Saturating her denim overalls.
She was remembering a time with her parents in the city,
Knowing she would never see them anymore.

She recalled the knock on her door.
Her grandparents opened it to a highway patrolman.
He told the family, “I am sorry, her parents were killed by a hit and run driver.
It was a young teenager who stole a pickup.”

Parentless she would go live with her grandparents on a farm.
They owned a large farm in Nevada.
She lived now far from the city she grew up in,
Living in an isolated valley far from a city.

Hugging her, her grandmother told her,
“Jesus wipes your tears, Sweet Christie.
Just let Him in your heart, dear.
He feels your every pain in His heart.”

Taking her laptop out, she went to her grandmother’s chat,
To find her favorite friend, Poet Dorothy.
She was teaching her to write poetry and heal,
Through the love of Jesus!

She visited her in a special room, Blazer,
Where no cussing, love, and caring was the only rule.
She rushed home from school and chores to learn about poetry.
Many hours they chatted about life and many things.

She taught her to write her feelings on paper,
Not entrapping it in her distraught mind.
Slowly she healed from her tragic past,
Overcoming her deep felt fears of life and death.

At age nineteen, her writing career blossomed.
She became an accomplished Christian poet,
Sending her literary work overseas and in the United States.
She spread Jesus’ poetry in song and verse.

Jesus had wiped her tears with His love,
Sending an earth angel as the bandage,
To heal the wounds of her tragedy,
Teaching her the knowledge to win against the battle.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

How Can You See

A little six year old girl was sobbing on her doorstep.
Many bruises were on her back and legs.
Evidence of child abuse was shown.

Many welts of anger was displayed,
Leaving her helpless without a say.
The signs of parental anger was so sad.

She couldn’t tell anyone for she was afraid.
Jesus led her to a room, called wellness,
Where she learned to write poetry and about God.

A lady poet dedicated her time to help others,
She wasn’t afraid to tell her about her beatings,
Feeling at great ease with this lady. 

She cried, “My mother and father work in government security.
Nobody cares for this little abused girl.
They home school me so no one will know.

“How can you see the bruises,
And not know where they came from?” she asked.
Her lips trembled as she spoke.

She quickly left the blessing room, she called it.
She heard her parents come in drunk as usual,
After a stressful day at work.

Hearing Her name called, “Clara Demae come here right now.”
Knowing she was facing another night of beatings.
Her screams would penetrate the serenity.

Her parents went on a month trip overseas on business,
Leaving her alone with her day nanny,
Who had told the poet where they lived.

Her minister friend came with police taking her to another city.
She lived with many children in his mission there,
Till a kind couple came to adopt.

Sister Clara saw her mother and father once again,
To tell I forgive you for all the abuse.
And I am twenty years old on this very day.

She wrote an email to thank her adopted mom, Poet Dorothy,
Telling her she was leaving for Africa that day,
Hoping they stay in touch once in awhile.

Sister Clara was killed by a band of guerillas there.
Someday she will see her poet again, 
She had written on her deathbed a special poem, “How Can You See.” 

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Satisfied In The Light

Her hand trembled from the stroke she recently had.
Twisted legs would never feel the sidewalk again.
In her lap she had an old worn bible,
Bearing creases from many uses.

She was waiting for the call of canasta.
Reading her bible gave her great comfort.
She would tell the other patients,
“Be satisfied in the light of Jesus.”

Looking out the window she saw her friend,
Walking on his walker to feed the birds, gathering.
She had suffered a crippling stroke on both sides.
She would never walk again.

The doctors said she would be bedridden.
She showed them persistence to rise above the pain.
Satisfied in the light had brought her far,
Not letting pity rule her heart!


She still had one hand and her mind ruling.
A happy heart and laughter to please.
She was satisfied in the light of Jesus.
No better place in the world to reside!

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Breathe Not Dissension

In a mental hospital a man had screamed at the nurses.
Clinging leeches were sucking out his thoughts.
He would call out in curses to the caring staff.
His depression had sunk him in the deepest pit.

On Myspace he met a caring poet who listened.
He was in and out of mental hospital monthly,
Needing a reprieve from the existence he lived.
She prayed for him and counseled him to Jesus.

She reminded him of the love and sacrifice of our Father.
She led him over the roughest terrain to a peaceful meadow.
In that field lovely lilies waved in the mellow wind,
Kissing the breeze with its hallowed kiss.

There was no anger or hate to appease the hunger of the unholy.
She told him, Don’t believe in bittersweet memories,
Breathe not dissension but ascension of your soul.
Feel His blessing rain enclose your pain in a healing cocoon.

Burt started going to church on Sunday,
Remarried his estranged wife he had lost,
He became a youth minister for young mental children,
Healed completely from the devil’s influence.

He rose above the anger and hate,
Washing his hands in the living water.
He found the hallowed ground in life,
Tread only by those dedicated to His light.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Have You Let Jesus In Your Heart Today?
Are your footsteps weary from the drudge of life?
Are you making another promise to Jesus but hard to keep?
Just Know His Mercy Said No, Long Ago And Still Does!
He Waits To Let You In!
Will You Enter Or Stay In Sin?
That Is Your Choice!
Remember His Mercy Says No!

 Special Dedication To My Sister, Katrin

Jesus sent me a very special sister, Katrin. When we were growing up we were very close, only one year apart from each other. Without her, I wouldn’t have survived the life we lived.
Jesus and I wanted to thank her personally with this book of the people I helped or knew through my online journeys. Many nights Jesus would send me people to help with my poetry or just my love and counseling. We grew up in a poor family, sometimes with only crackers to eat. We lived on a farm and explored a lot of places, realizing now I had put myself in danger many times. God always watched over us with His loving hand. He never let us down, despite the abuse and hunger. He won’t let you down either and He sent me to help so many win from battles. I wanted my sis to really know who I am, and always will be despite sickness.
I wanted to give her the gift that says thank you but also give her the gift of knowing, Jesus’ miracles. He sent me so many I could never write all. I know the most special miracle to me was my sister, Katrin. I grew up so scarred, kids called me monster among other things. I was ran over by a vehicle, bit by dog, and gored accidentally by our pet cow Prissy. Our family endured a lot because we were poor. We grew up living on a farm, milking cows, slopping hogs, and gathering eggs. We had no fancy toys. A lot of our toys were from the dump ground or paper catalogs. To me that was the greatest place to be. I learned a love that I carry today. I loved nature and I explored every rock and board, curious to nature. Our family lost our brother to tragic circumstances and it broke our hearts but we stand together. So many families will never know this love or see what it is like to have a sister like mine. On this birthday, October 10, 2013, I just wanted to say thank you for all you have done in my life and thank you for being my big sister, my confidant, and best friend always. I Love Ya Sissy! Happy Birthday Sissy! Your love taught me so much and your caring. It is why I help others now. The world thanks you!  No Crying Now! This gift will help others too. A simple book about His Love!
Love Ya Muahhhhhh
God Bless Ya
Poet Dorothy Ya Sis, Forever.

---

January 3, 1987 I was married to my awesome husband Johnny with my family in attendance.
May we always remember my mother, Dorothy, Daddy, Earl, and my brother, George, in loving memory! Though they are gone you can never be forgotten!
My loving sisters, Katrin and Tina, are with us too!
Poet Drake is our precious baby sitting in his cousin's, Becca's, lap. We were all together The Scott Family!

Our Love Overcame All

Through the years many tears became the fall,
Sickness beset many ultimate goals.
Bittersweet memories made us closer,
Our love overcame all.

Traipsing through the childhood years,
We became the best of friends.
Walking hand in hand through the wildflowers,
Nothing could deter our sisterly love!

You always had my back when things were so gray,
Giving me hugs and kisses to ease the pain.
Living a carefree life in the country,
You made a sister’s life whole.

Our love overcame all!
Abuse, hunger, and childhood bullying,
Failed to change our love for each other.
We are loving sisters forever!

With Jesus we overcame all,
Having your shoulder to cry on,
Was the crutch every sister needs.
My gift from Jesus was my big sister.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Unbroken Memories (Evie)

An elderly lady was sitting in her armchair,
Remembering the olden days now past.
Her childhood memories flash back,
A young girl with a large sunflower and a yellow bow.

She remembered sitting in old ivory church,
Listening to a preacher intone the words of the King James Bible.
Feeling very uncomfortable in the varnished pew,
Fidgeting because her mother insisted a stiff collar was proper attire.

Looking out the window at a redbird hunting a worm,
Rudely awakened by the pinch from her mother.
She could hear the birds singing with the choir.
Soon they headed out the door in the sunshine.

Recalling her unbroken memories sent a tear to every eye,
They knew Eva was blind from diabetes, never again to see.
She lived in a nursing home with other patients,
Needing aid from the many doctors and nurses.

She had fallen asleep with her memorial slumber,
The caring aide took her aged photo album from her hand,
They wheeled her to her room for her nightly rest,
Knowing tomorrow she would again tell all, her unbroken memories.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Land Of The Lost

A weary soldier patrolled the streets,
Avoiding a drunken brawl.
His spit shined boots and slicked hair showed his care.
His uniform was wrinkle free.

“Lord! I am just a warrior in this Land Of Lost!
Where innocent blood has stained your hallowed ground.”
Watch over my comrades and these innocent citizens.
Keep your hand close to their heart.”

“See the despicable fighting over a bottle of alcohol.
He has never learned the true love of You, Father.
Keep them safe from harm in this place,
Where they plow their grounds with degradation.”

“Let not my conscience be changed by the unruliness of this land,
Dry paltry sand burns my nostrils, My Master,
I can taste the bittersweet salt of humanity’s war,
Prickling my sensitive skin with its fear.”

“Guide me on this journey in the land of the lost,
A place where women are just pawns in a man’s world.
They cover their faces masking Your beauty,
Living separate in their houses from their husbands.”

“Teach the innocent to heal from iniquities cast,
Shielding them from the tyrannical hand of the unjust.
Keep Your healing loving hand upon their homes,
As You watch over all of Your children in the land of The Lost!

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Spiritual Awakening

An elderly soldier lay on his death bed,
Gasping for breath hooked to a machine.
His labored breath attested to the presence of black lung cancer. 
It had left his body with incurable pneumonia.

His spiritual awakening has become the goal for him,
Doctors had given him a month to live.
Memories he saw in a concentration camp plagued his innocent mind,
Riddling him with flashbacks of the bygone war.

He called out, “Lord, I need You to help me,
Release me from this harrowing nightmare.
I am so lost in these visions,
Drowning I sink deeper in this pit.”

These leeches are draining my life blood,
Taking my will and hope under the murky water.
I can’t see beyond the pain and desolation. 
I am so lost in this continuing darkness.”

A light shone through the darkness.
A nail-scarred hand reached out to take his own.
He was pulled from the murky pit,
The ebony haze was replaced by an illuminating light.

A spiritual awakening was happening,
Healing light encircled his body.
He drew his last breath and said, 
“I am healed completely, “Thank You Jesus!”

His spirit was released from his body,
His awakening spirit was taken to heaven.
His pain was released to a bottomless pit,
Where only nightmares reside in its chamber.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

I hope everyone finds an awesome caring boss like I have.
This is his story! Chaplin Daniels, I love you and thank you for making me a honorary Chaplin, helping me to help the world and our wounded warriors and our warriors overseas. Thank You also for helping me become a Christian counselor to the warriors and their families. May God Always Bless You!

The Lord Always Knows

Bleeding all alone, the warrior had looked up the road,
He had watched the road for the enemy approaching.
He was alone in this desolated area.
Soon a search party would come.

His best friend had radioed the base for help just before the missile hit.
He had been catapulted from the jeep he was riding in on the search.
A  wounded warrior was missing from his platoon,
They had been sent out to search for him.

On that day he had been captured by the enemy,
Tortured in a concentration camp.
He had been rescued by the same platoon,
He and his buddy had been sent to find their warrior.

He could never stop the nightmares from happening.
Reliving the horrors in a mental ward,
Till one day a Chaplin came to visit him,
He brought with him a black bound bible.

Son, “The Lord always knows when we need saving.
He sent me to bring you peace finally.
You will never be alone with him.
You have been set free.” The elderly Chaplin told him.

The warrior looked up with tears in his eyes.
He felt the many years lift off his mind,
Seeing that The Lord Always Knows.
He saw the illumination of his soul come aflame.

He became a Chaplin to other veterans needing help.
He gives the same sermon to others that an elderly Chaplin gave to him,
Teaching the needy veterans, The Lord Always Knows,
Setting them free from the dismays of war.
 
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Only He Can Heal

An elderly man sat in a hospital gazing out his window.
Pigeons were roosting outside on the edges.
Many nests full of eggs and freshly hatched babies,
Safely nestled away from the approaching storm.

He held his loving wife’s hand very gently.
Loretta, Please don’t leave me all alone.
Tears fell down on the loosely tucked blankets.
His hands trembled from the emotional embrace.

“I know my wife, only He can heal you,
But my heart is breaking from the thought,
You are leaving me to face this cruel world alone.
I can’t bear the thought of losing you to death.” He cried.

A caring nurse reached over to hug him.
She said, “Mr. Davis, Only God can heal,
But we will pray real hard for this miracle together.
Together we can ask the Heavenly Father for her healing.”

They bowed their head in a pleaful prayer,
When suddenly they heard his wife say,
“He heard you and said Thank you for Your love.”
The real miracle is you believing in Him.”

They never saw the eighteen wheeler in their lane,
It had broken her back, internal injuries, and broke both her legs. 
He had a broken hip and left leg.
They were on their way to their fiftieth wedding anniversary.

Today they celebrated the best gift to receive.
It was the gift of healing and belief in Him.
Only He can heal you from any affliction.
His love covers all believing in His miracles.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Cutting Away The Pain

Lost in a world of pain, Kersette took her fingernails or a knife and scraped her arm.
Living a terrible time in school,
Being called fat names and torture.
Fifteen years old, she just wanted a special friend to call her own.

She met a very special poet online,
Who wanted to stop her inner and outer pain.
They became close to each other,
Every day she rushed home to see her poet.

She was taught hurting herself didn’t solve any problem,
Just created more dismay in her life.
She started using deeper cuts,
Spending a lot of time in a mental ward.

On her sixteenth birthday, she was released.
Hurrying home she went to her computer.
She was being home schooled now,
The cutting seemed to be of the past.

She fell in love with a special guy.
They planned to marry in September that year.
Eighteen years old, both looked forward to a new life.
Everything seemed perfect in their lives.

Her boyfriend was killed in motorcycle accident,
A drunk driver hit him in a felony hit and run,
Leaving him crumpled, dying in the street.
As she anxiously awaited his arrival.

Her parents told her of his death,
She went to her bedroom slit her wrists,
Cutting had resurfaced in her emotional state.
She went in a coma for many days.

She was on her laptop talking on messenger,
When she saw her favorite poet come in.
Calling to her she told her the events and her feelings.
Praying for her, the lady told her with Jesus healing a new life was possible.

First she had believe in herself,
Refuse to believe what others say.
Look at herself in the way Jesus looks at all.
Most of all know Jesus is the only friend you need.

A year later, she found a new beau,
Losing one hundred, and fifty pounds,
Counseled by her special poet, she quit cutting,
Realizing she loved herself like Jesus.

A week ago she gave birth to precious quadruplets,
Two boys and two healthy girls.
She made the promise to her children and her proud husband.
This family will never need to cut away the pain.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Mark Of Shame

A young boy, traveled the streets in a torn jacket.
His hands were so cold and tingling.
Having no place to go in the frigid weather.
He was a runaway from an abusive home.

He spent his twelfth birthday in the cold,
Rummaging in the many dumpsters of New York.
His only birthday present was a discarded pocketknife with a broken blade.
His body was bearing many cuts and bruises.

A lighted star led him to a brightly lit church with many Christmas lights.
Standing in the yard was a stable with a nativity scene,
There were many bales of hay stacked around Baby Jesus.
Feeling the need to pray, he crawled behind the hay bales.

Finally free from the chilling wind, he fell fast asleep.
Sleeping so soundly from the hunger and exhaustion,
He never heard the elderly priest come out or leave,
Never feeling the blankets the kind Brother Davee put on him.

Two elders of the church brought him in the church.
His sores was infected from the many lashes of a belt, a parent’s mark of shame.
He was very sick with gangrene and parasites,
Drifting in and out of consciousness for many days.

Brother Davee knew the boy was brought to him as a sign.
He was given the blessing to nurture him back to health.
Not knowing someday he would be a mighty warrior for The Lord,
Standing tall among many missionaries in the east.

The boy awoke from his serious illness,
Weak and bewildered from the sight of the priest..
Brother Davee asked him, “What is your name, Son?
You have been very sick from your wounds.”

The youth answered, “Fredrick is my only name, I was given.
I left my mother to her world of drugs and prostitution.”
I spent my twelfth birthday in the snow,
Afraid they will find me, I came to New York City.”

“A lighted star guided me to your church.
I knew Baby Jesus was born in a stable.
Feeling so sick from the weather,
I knelt behind the hay bales to pray.”

A soothing voice told me, Sleep now, Son, all will be well now.
He told me I would someday be His warrior.
First I had to heal and sleep.
Brother Davee, I want to be His missionary for abused and homeless!

Tears welled up in Brother Davee’s eyes,
He replied, “Son with The Lord all these things are possible.
You will live in the church to rebirth and learn.
I will teach you to reach that dream!”

Brother Fredrick became a missionary for the homeless and abused,
Traveling the world to help the many needy,
Under the guidance of his father, Brother Davee, he learned so much,
Becoming the caring missionary, he is now known for.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Even The Blind Can See Jesus In A Special Way

Break Not The Bread

The young teenager pulled her coat closer around her frame,
Sold to a drug dealer for a fix.
Weeping she hid in an alley behind a old café.
Afraid the evil man would find her.
 
Sam, the elderly café owner hid her from the man.
He called the spiritual services to come help her. 
Sister Ann came from a orphanage in another city,
She was once in the same situation.

She brought with her a very large ex gang member, Pinkie The Reverend.
He had been a leader in a cruel motorcycle gang,
Changing his life when he met his wife, Sister Ann.
They lived in Chicago where many gangs ruled their turf.

All gangs had respect for this loving reverend.
Pinkie weighed over four hundred pounds,
All was bronze muscle he kept toned for any battle.
He would sit on his chosen prey till they relinquished.

He dressed in black leather to show respect to The Father.
A cross around his neck was garnished to show his love.
He would say, “If You Break the bread of iniquity,
Then you will only be lost in the an eternal bad ending.”

If you break a child’s heart you will pay a terrible fate,
Pinkie would hang you on the side of a wall,
Preaching to you all day and night,
And you would listen till he finished. 

Pinkie would tell of the motorcycle gang he was in.
“We murdered and stole from a man,
But a woman was never disgraced or harmed.
It was our sacred code we lived by.”

“We took rapists, murderers, and pedophiles in the desert.
No one ever harms a woman or a child!
They were tied by a fire ant hole, covered in syrup,
Suffering like their victims died their last moments, eaten alive.”

In those days I became the victim of the devil’s will.
Leaving my gang to find a better path.
I was shot in my stomach from a rival gang.
When I met my soul mate, Sister Ann.”

He cried, “Break the bread of the Savior, you must repent;
For He forgives all that trespass in their past,
Engraving the new voice of the spirit upon their breast,
Be free, My People, from the iniquities of man.”

Weeping, Pinkie hugged his wife, Sister Ann.
Rejoicing the goodness of His Father,
Who loved him despite his sins.
He had broken the bread of iniquity to be set eternally free.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Hear My Sorrowed Heart

“Deep inside I ache from things I can’t explain,” a young eleven year old boy said.
He saw all the other children, running and playing.
He was entrapped in his old iron horse, he called it.
A squeaky wheelchair with worn wheels.

His legs were mangled from cerebral palsy.
His mother and father worked in a mop factory,
Making barely enough to feed the family and pay bills.
He spent his days watching other children play.

His hands were twisted, unable to wheel himself.
His grandmother bought him a second hand laptop,
Where he could travel without legs.
He met many poets in a poetry chat. 

It was a place to share their poetry and love.
A place where many poets became family.
He yearned to write poetry like all.
It was entrapped in his brain but so lost.

He chatted with Dragon writing his words.
Poet Dorothy helped him write his first book, Lost In The World.
She printed it for him and sent it to him.
It was a Christian book about revival from illness.

He became a world famous Christian writer for many churches,
Despite His crippled legs and arms, he persevered.
Brother Hank was ordained at age fifteen.
He never let the darts of life keep him down.

He is best known for “Hear My Sorrowed Heart,”
A Christian book changing the spiritual world in many ways.
Brother Hank travels to see warriors in hospitals,
With his new wheelchair of faith.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!

Join Me On The Journey

Father Dave Castroff  kneeled before the altar,
Telling his students how he overcame the trials of blindness.
“On yahoo messenger I met a special poet,
She taught me to see with my heart not my eyes.

“I was just a lost teenager hiding in my affliction.
A football injury had taken my sight.
Pity was building up in my heart so bad.
My mother told me, This poet’s prayer can help you.

“When your father was killed being a policeman,
She helped me get off alcohol and become a better mother.
Son, You lost your sight not your will.
Listen to her soothing words and be healed.

“We can’t change the fact you are blind,
But we can go forward with a willing heart.”
I searched out this poet with the kindest heart and words.
She taught me to look beyond my pain and heal.”

“I was given spiritual insight in The Word and faith.
Today I stand before you a new man with sight!
I may not see the trees or nature,
But I can feel their spiritual essence in the wind.

“Today I am faced with my new blind students,
Who must find their spiritual insight as I have.
You must learn the truest way is only from Jesus.
Walking the world with only His love.”

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2013
His Mercy Said No
Dedicated To Jesus - Thank You Father For This Gift Of Poetry to 
Katrin, My Sister, I Love You Dearly!
May this always be a spiritual guiding lamp!