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Remember Our Warriors And Their Families In Prayer!
I took you on a journey to meet the amazing people I met I hope you enjoy the world Of Jesus! He led all to me to help and heal through poetry and His love! I hope that someday as poets you get the chance to help others too! I know it made me a greater poet and Reverend. This is the last page of My sister's book, His Mercy Said No. I hope you enjoy this gift from God's Poet and most of all Our Father, Jesus!
Ode To The Weepers
When I met Poet Dorothy, my father was this huge man on Wall Street, Destroying others lives with his computer and pen. She told me of a family, affected by my father now homeless. She asked me to help this family get a home. I was only seventeen at the time but already multibillionaire. My games made mega bucks for Nintendo. I devised many of the first games on the first Nintendo and other systems since. I love building role playing games the most. I loved Poet Dorothy, she always thought of others. She loved games like I did. We were swell together and discussed games. She was down to earth like I am. I had my lawyer purchase a beautiful new home for the homeless family, Paying all utilities till they got back on their feet. A lot of my first games were thoughts I had with Poet Dorothy. She was a so amazing person to talk to. My own mother jet-setted all over the world. A nanny was all I ever had before her. My father was busy destroying other lives, I became my own man age seventeen. She told me, Luke, Just remember Jesus in your journey. Never let Him down and He won’t let you down. He has always held my hand when I am blue, and He will always love you! Never forget to ask His guidance for anything. I started a church for the homeless and many worthy charities. I started making children board games. I was allowed to help in the making of leap pad and the vtech. My company became a charitable foundation to many causes. I stumbled on her in Poetry Chat one day. We became best of friends then family. She wanted to make this the best book for you, her sister. I wanted her to write my story of our meeting and our love. God Bless You Luke Lasee 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 Am Beautiful In Jesus
Candace was a young girl born with a rare pigmentation. I met through her grandmother, my adopted sis, Mimi We, writers and poets combined our skills to give this wonderful child, a chance. The poetry anthology would bring money for an another operation. She was born with a rare disease, giant nevus, a disfiguring disease. Leaving a black pigmentation on her face. She went through many terrible surgeries, Hoping for a new face and life. My little girl, Candace, became a special part of my life, Disfigured by scars myself in childhood, I could feel her pain and dismay. She was called terrible names. She remained brave in her struggles. Her face was changed once again, Our Candace lives today with pure heart, Showing God’s love through her smile and actions. Her bravery gives other children hope, Showing she is beautiful in Jesus. Growing up in a world of pain and hurt, She leads other children to hope and faith, Jesus’ little girl. 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! 
Capturing Candace’s Dream
Many people have touched the hearts of our loving family, Writers, Poets, And Artists coming together, To make our little girl, Candace’s, dream come true. Our deepest gratitude can never be enough, To repay all the loving gifts given, Making this precious book a reality. We hope you enjoy this special anthology, Written with spiritual, love, hope, and caring, Bringing a light to many who need it in their lives. God sent many talents to aid in our quest, To give our little girl a chance away from her disease, One step closer to “Capturing Candace’s Dream. Mimi, Candace, And Chuck 
A Beauty In God’s Hallowed Crown
A beauty in God’s Hallowed Crown, Your spirit is a jewel to behold, A diamond sparkling in the sun, Very precious in The Lord’s Sight. An emerald casting a complacent glow, Illuminating all with your heavenly smile. Giving serenity to the world, Needing your beautiful smile. Garnets are your beauty inside, Adding iridescence to your family and friends. A beautiful personality is the ruby, Flaming love within in your heart for all. A Beauty In God’s Hallowed Crown, Making the world happier with your smile, You have brought the world richness, Only heaven jewels can supply. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 A Beauty In God’s Hallowed Crown Book For Our Sweet Candace. 
Touch The Beauty Inside
I may look different on the outside, You can never capture my beauty inside. God gave me a more precious gift Beyond the eyes of your seeing. Touch The Beauty Inside Of Me, Look not for reasons to hurt with cruel words. My heart can hurt as yours would, Causing sorrowful tears to fall. We can make a better tomorrow, By joining our hands together, Helping another win in their battles, While planting God’s healing seed. God gave us all the special gift, To share our love abundantly. Together we can make a difference, To the struggling world of woe. Touch The Beauty Inside Of All, Lending a helping hand in need, Using God’s special gift, Making another person’s life better. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 A Beauty In God’s Hallowed Crown Book For Our Sweet Candace. 
Embracing Candace
Embracing Candace, many warriors joined in her fight, Coming together: Poets, Artists And Writers, To give this little girl a chance to overcome, The trials her illness has put her through, Giving our little angel, Candace, her cherished dream. Many talents combined to make this most magnificent gift, A priceless anthology for our dear Candace, A special little girl dealing with a tragic illness, Needing an operation to repair the damage, The ravages of this rare disease, (disease name) Combining our unique talents in this book, We are making her modeling dream closer to coming true. Our goal is to help others overcome and cope with their difficulties, Happening everyday in other childrens’ and adults’ lives, Showing with spiritual faith, love, and care we can overcome all. Striving to make the world realize, All the love and hope needed in a desperate situation, Not the terrible taunts by heartless people. These precious children are no different than any another child. They all belong to God, His loving children. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 A Beauty In God’s Hallowed Crown Book For Our Sweet Candace. 
Carry Me Beyond The Flame
A mother awoke with a burning flame inside. She was six months pregnant feeling very ill. Rushing her to the hospital quickly, Tests revealed a gangrene internal infection. They took her tiny daughter, Lindsey. While she lapsed in a coma. An infant weighing not even a pound. Her father’s ring was large on her wrist. I was called in for special prayer and altar placement. The doctors said she was born without eyes, Forever living in a blind world, Jesus healed her eyes after we prayed. This little girl lives today a new child in Christ with her parents, Because I believed in their total healing, Called, “Father save this child give her eyes, Help her struggling underdeveloped body.” When I feel any doubt in my heart, I call upon Jesus this request, “Please carry me beyond the flame. Give me the strength and heart to believe always in your grace.” 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 Eternal Love Lamp
Beatrice and Thomas sat holding hands. He was in the hospital with hip surgery. Having a terrible fall off his tractor, He would be laid up many months, doctors said. He was worrying about his crops in the field. His hay needed baled and his oats sewn. His cattle would starve through the winter months ahead. An arsonist wildfire had burned one of his pasture land and his barn up. Many farmers, ranchers, towns and homes had been destroyed even churches. Many lost so much by evil flames, Intent on the destruction of Texas. They hurt and killed many pets, livestock, and people. The ranchers and farmers from his county banded together to help. His crops were gathered and hay baled. The eternal love lamp shone through their hearts, Many had lost their homes and ranches in the fire. The eternal love lamp of Jesus overcomes all. It shined through this small county, Giving hope and caring to those losing all. They built many homes and donated money to help. 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 Lives Because He Loves You
Twenty young boys sat listening to the speech of Sister Agatha. She was an English teacher in a Catholic school. They squirmed in the stiff collars and starchy suits. Polished black loafers were shined and glowing. Piles of paperwork adorned her desk. She taught the fourth graders proper grammar. Her motto was: He Lives Because He Loves You! Little children have a hard time grasping reality and thought, Preferring their childhood world. Sister Agatha became tragically ill with double pneumonia. All her students missed her laughter and smile. They made her a large heart with the words: He Lives Because He Loves You! Today Sister Agatha still teaches her children, Bringing smiles and hope to childhood. The card they made her was on her wall: He Lives Because He Loves 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! 
Oh Lord I Am Weak
Lucille Evons was a young girl lost. She tattooed her body with evil symbols. Her mother and father were missionaries in Brazil, Leaving her plenty of time to be wild. She lived at a boarding school in Europe, Getting involved with a socialist group. They detested politics and law. Police raided her apartment building. She was not involved in the violence, So they sent her to her parents. Brother Billy took her under his wing, Asking me to guide her to Christianity. I counseled her for many months in chat. On webcam I watched the black smoke clear, Watching a blossom become a rose of purity, Beyond the evil life she had led. She is now a missionary in Africa, Married to another traveling missionary, Peter. Oh Lord! I Am Weak builds new bridges, Giving others hope and believing to survive in an outcast world. 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! 
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Drink Not Waters Of Iniquity
I met Poet Dorothy on Pogo; when I was a terrible aggressive person on drugs and whiskey. She wrote me a prayer poem at my request, a prayer for this alcoholic. I read it and kept sending it back to her. I just couldn’t shake the feeling the poem portrayed. I couldn’t see me in this way so out of anger, I kept on sending back to her. I noticed while sending it back, I quit drinking and finally I was set free. I was a teenage alcoholic so it was so hard to do this step but her love and dedication saw me through. When I asked her how she took this prayer sending back, she told me Jesus said you would but be healed. If it made you feel better then I did my job for The Father. I now am curator of a prestigious museum, dealing in very rare antiques and museum pieces. I have been sober twenty years and I have a wonderful husband, a set of triplet girls, and twin boys. I do have a form of liver failure from the drinking but I will live to be older because her love opened new doors for me. I asked to be included in this book to show you, Katrin, how she opened doors for so many of us despite her sickness and still does. I always have her near on my yahoo messenger and we chat when I have a break from work or I am down. I email her to come chat. She was the mother, I never had and she cared. She was poor like I was; but she enjoyed making others happy. She counseled so many of us, who would be lost today without her . I was an orphan and my parents were drug pushers. Both succumbed to their addiction and I was found in an alley trash bin. Children from the orphanage called me the throwaway child. I started drinking and running wild. My life became a downhill curve and I was so lost but she righted me up and I am still walking the pathway with Jesus because she cared enough to give me the perfect prayer, that kicked my behind. Actually I just don’t see how she does it being so sick. She is always there to hold the hand or be the shoulder to cry on despite her life being so difficult but I am here today because she told me the truth. The truth hurts worse then a bottle to sooth and she healed me beyond that. She taught me to read and even talk I was so slow when we met. She taught me to write poetry too. Write from the heart she said and feel that writing and your healing. It’s the believing that will become your greatest battle and win. I hope all of you, other surviving alcoholics, read this poem included here, that she wrote to me. God Bless You Lots Of Love Sharon Bassett 
REACH OUT
A friend, a reformed alcoholic, yet a drug abuser for seven years. She goes to addiction meetings every night, shedding any fears. I wrote her this verse to follow, when persistence begins to fall. It saddened my heart, she seemed to slip backward against a failing wall. Alcohol is a lure, the devil uses to his advantage, altering destiny. Drugs another addiction is a vise used to create the Pharisee. Abstinence of these tools will lead you to a pathway of happy beginning. Loving the Lord is the urn of goodness, eternally winning. Hold out your hand! He and I are always standing there! We will wipe your tears, we offer you our love and care. When feeling out of sorts, wanting to take a drink. Please remember your friend, also the Lord, we are combined by one link. The Lord waits to guide you, takes His willing hand faithfully! You are my adopted daughter too! Reach out for us both needingly. Hold out your hand! He and I are always standing there! We will wipe your tears, we offer you our love and care. On July 14, 2000. I wrote this for you, Sharon in a book, Ocean Odyssey. I was in hospital and when you need us we will be there.God is there look to the light always hes there. Drugs are darkness and alcohol too only light is God and faith and grace. His works to. Love Ya Lots Poet Dorothy E. Scott 
Reaching Out
Reaching out my trembling hands grasp only air, A crevice has opened underneath my feet, I feel my body being pulled inward, To the murky darkness without end. I am slipping down in the bottomless pit, Knowing my situation is becoming hopeless, One journey I would never be able to return from, Without finding true faith in myself. My childhood memories flash by. The suffocating pain stifles my every breath. I am lost in this darkness of past nightmares, A place where only distress has reside. Reaching out I saw a shimmer of light, My searching fingers reached for its warmth, I grasped hold of the last thread of my hope, God had had set my torturous mind free. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 The Healing Faith 
Living Water
My body is quenched with thirst, I reach out with my unsure hands in the dark, I grasp the only light from my world I see, A bottle of alcohol rests on my nightstand. Needing to find the remedy to release this craving, I am hopelessly lost in this dismay. I need you to help me stand again, Free from this alcoholic addiction. I am on my knees Lord, Begging for another chance, Beyond this chain binding me, With its intoxicating hands of deceit. Lord, Shine Your Spiritual Light On Me! I am so lost in this alcoholic addiction, My soiled fingers have smudged Your glass, Where Your Living Water waits to quench. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 The Healing Faith 
Lost On Lonely Street
A young girl, Riley, roamed the streets of Chicago, Looking for a place to fit in. She lived with her drug abuser mother, Always hooked on heroin, robbing for a new fix. Desperation was the true feeling in her heart. She felt the need to get away. Everyday she went five blocks to an internet cafe, To talk on chat to her adopted family. That is how she met Poet Dorothy and her life changed. She had an adopted sister, CCP Casey, A retired drill sergeant and gungho lady. She loved to show her authority. Poet Dorothy told CCP Casey about the little girl, Desperate for love and caring. CCP Casey never had any children of her own, Hungering for a real family, she took her in. Riley’s mother was happy to abandon her twelve year old daughter, Preferring to shack up with other abusers. CCP Casey adopted Riley, giving her love and a new home. She would never feel unloved again. Once lost on lonely street herself, CCP Casey had joined the Army to find a new life. She never found much love, just discipline. Now she had a family to love her always. She would never be alone on lonely street. She found a husband, daughter, and much love. Jesus was there building a healing foundation, He erected a special loving family. 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! 
Look Not! See Not! Touch Not!
Growing up a preacher’s daughter, Sherry was taught etiquette and reserve. Her father would tell her the proper way to act, Look Not! See Not! Touch Not! Being stubborn she was in trouble a lot. Her father’s patience was tried many times. He believed in the woodshed theory, A red bottom turned away mischievous thoughts. His strict rules included no makeup, jeans or low cut blouses. She would sneak a bag of clothes to school. Her father visited the school one day, Catching her breaking his set rules. He sent her to a convent school, Where nuns would teach her Christian discipline. Age seventeen she eloped with her boyfriend, Pregnant with their first child. She never learned her father’s spiritual rules. Look Not! See Not! Touch Not! In her heart she was a rebel against rules, Lost in the circle of temptation. Sherry and her husband, Jerran, moved to Brownsville Texas, Raising their child, Billy, in a cheap apartment. They both worked at low paying jobs at first. Loving parents to their newborn son. Jerran hired on as a construction boss. Sherry became a Sunday teacher. They were blessed by twin girls one Thanksgiving. The Lord blessed them with family and much love. Sherry met her poet friend, Poet Dorothy, every Friday. She taught her to the best spiritual teacher and counselor. She taught her to Look at The Father! See The Father! Feel the Father! To enjoy His bountiful harvest, Sometimes we have to endure the harshest journey. It is where true enlightenment is sometimes found, The need for repentance becomes the guidance needed, When all other pathways seem to fail 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! 
Katrin, This is the story of a young rich girl, Susanna who is in Newsome Prison for females, a minimum security prison. I met her through the global network program. I counsel her in many ways like I do other prisoners. She was a spoilt rich girl, who made a tragic but costly mistake. This her life and her lesson and hope for others. God Bless Ya Poet Dorothy Rose Of Eternal Forgiveness My father and mother spoilt me with the finest gifts. I became immersed in the social standing of richness, Never realizing the destruction it could bring, Till one night I was drinking champagne and driving. Speeding too fast, I never saw the lights of the other car. It was a family of four, the parents and a set of twin girls in a van. In an instant the twins became orphans. I was shackled in handcuffs and freedom lost. My father’s money couldn’t buy my freedom. The conviction was handed down for vehicular homicide two counts. The judge gave me forty years, two counts, I would live most of my life in custody of the state. Twenty years would have to be served, Before I could step before a parole board. The judge admonished me saying he hated drunk drivers. He believed in total discipline for offenders. I met Poet Dorothy through the global network program, She helped me through my prison stay. We still talk though they moved me to minimum security, A place where we teach other children the hazards of crime. My advice is stay with Jesus, Never let Jesus stray from your heart. Live His words and cling to His love always. Let Not Selfishness become your guidance or way. 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! 
Come Feel Your Freedom
Standing in the long waiting line, A mother patiently awaited the arrival of her soldier son. Two orderlies were carrying a stretcher of legless warrior, But it wasn’t her injured son. They came out with a bandage-draped soldier. His chest was covered in bandages. He had been shot in the heart, Spending time in the safety of a desk. He spent six month recuperation, When he received orders from the president. He had been called back in the war. Spending time in the safety of a desk. One day he was on guard duty, When a sniper bullet hit his the aorta of his heart. They immediately had to put a mechanical heart in. The bullet had destroyed all of his lower heart valves this time. The mom, Kathy, asks all the soldiers. Come feel your freedom in Jesus. For on this earth you will remain bound, But in heaven you will be 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! 
A Journey Beyond Your Pain
Crippled in a motorized wheelchair, Darryl sat his lonely day, Afraid to live again in crippling world, While his wife carried on her care taking. Sniper’s bullet had taken his legs, In the Vietnam War he had left his courage. He had lost his courage on that day, Feeling fear at every turn. He started drinking alcohol to hide in, Making people saddened by his plight. He was deteriorating from the fear inside, Lost in a world of drinking and forgetfulness. I met him on Pray4Me chat, Where his wife begged me to talk to him. He was very aggressive toward the prayer warriors, But The Father sent me the correct words to say. I told him, “Darryl, “Jesus is crying. He wants to show you your healing, Relieving your fears and all your sins committed. He will take you on a journey beyond your pain and fear.” Darryl went to the altar to pray. It took many spiritual months to heal. He quit drinking and went to rehab. Today he is a Christian counselor for veterans. He took a journey to Jesus, Far from his pain and addiction, Teaching others to take that first spiritual step, A journey beyond their 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! 
Precious Love I Crave Thee
Growing up on an orphanage farm in Nevada, Aunt Kate didn’t know the love of any person. Attending church on Sunday was a happy day, But she couldn’t hear or see the pastor preach. She was lost in a world of darkness and muteness. She learned to feed the animals by smell, Nestling in the haystack to muse in her isolation, But she learned to feel a special peace. When she was six a voice told her she would hear and see soon. Soon a rich uncle would adopt her, Giving her the precious love she craved. Her own parents had pushed her aside. On the special day she bathed and dressed with care. She felt loving arms encircle her with such love. Nestling down in her first hug in a long time, She felt so content in her uncle’s arms. He nestled her in the wagon snug in her new coat and blanket. She didn’t feel alone anymore in her darkness, Feeling a cozy loved giddiness inside. They traveled to her new home far away. Her uncle took her to a specialist who fixed her ears and eyes. She could see and hear all she missed. She hollered precious love I craved Thee, Now I found my family and adoration. She grew up teaching the blind and deaf to read, Knowing she had walked the same pathway. Every new battle was with The Lord by her side, Knowing she could win every battle with His love. When she was ninety years old, diabetes took her eyes again. She lived with her deaf German Shepherd, Jake. Both helped each either in their special way. One night The Lord called Aunt Kate home. Her German Shepherd, Jake, laid on her grave and died. Precious Love I crave thee was in this special relationship. Both are buried on the meager farm she lived, Beside her husband in the family plot. 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! |