Remember To Pray For Our Warriors!
I Love You All And Praying For The Families And The Warriors! This Disabled Sick Veteran Thanks You All! In 2000 I was diagnosed with rare heart disease, Prinzmetal Angina, the worst kind. I was so bad they continually had to stop my heart. Heart doctors ran from me! They never told me about my disease. My primary, Dr. Abraham, started treating me six months later when he returned from missions and my comas he slowed down! I wrote this Finding True Faith Book and ten more books. I put on here to help others. God Bless Ya All!
With Jesus' Healing I can live with this disease despite the many complications and many more diseases. I look to each new day praising for just a minute of my life. Keep Ya Faith And Jesus' Love In Your Heart Always. Don't Look To What Ya Can't Do But What He Helps You Accomplish! I AM PROUD
I am proud to be God’s poet chosen since five. Given a blessed gift to offer others hope. Through His blessing I can make words come alive. My golden lariat is His spiritual rope. Verse is the only nugget of gold. It is His spiritual uplift in times of need. Together our promise we will uphold, Planting His versive seed. I am proud to say I love all. Helping many in their struggles to overcome strife. With my spiritual poetry as their comforting wall. With God guiding each word of life. Partners in His blessing we never veer, From offering a morsel of wealth. To ward away the defending tear. Offering a benevolence of stealth. I am proud to be God’s poet chosen since five. Given a blessed gift to offer others hope. Through His blessing I can make words come alive. My golden lariat is His spiritual rope. Verse is the only nugget of gold. It is His spiritual uplift in times of need. Together our promise we will uphold, Planting His versive seed. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith FINDING TRUE FAITH
Hands trembled, holding a letter close to her heart. Tears rolled down on a red velvet pillow, staining it. Sadness filled her, feeling her hope depart. With it went her willing spirit. In every chamber her mind hurt was nestled. Memories plaguing her without reprieve. In her every emotion, pain was trestled. Losing her stamina to believe. Finding true faith would be a tough decision to decide. The road would be wearisome on the way. Accepting the Lord by her side, A dark night would turn into a hallowed day. Hands trembled holding a letter close to her heart. Tears rolled down on a red velvet pillow, staining it. Sadness filled her, feeling her hope depart, With it went her willing spirit. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith GLIMPSE OF TOMORROW
Lord, Give me glimpse of tomorrow. I must ready myself prepare, For any heartaches or sorrow, Anything that causes despair. Lord, I am so weak, needing a helping hand. Just a view of the future, a tiny morsel sought, To help me face any journey on desperation's land. Foresee any troubles my actions have caught. Lord, My footsteps are so weary needing a crutch, Finding the strength to conquer another day. Just to see tomorrow isn’t asking much, Though I am satisfied I found You this day. Lord, Give me glimpse of tomorrow. I must ready myself prepare. For any heartaches or sorrow, Anything that causes despair. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith RIVER OF LIFE
I dipped my hands in the River Of Life. All the greasy smudge was washed away. My ears heard the spiritual melody of heaven’s fife. Nervous mind was no longer in disarray. I could see the prismatic rainbow’s reflection, Dancing off the water so crystal clear. Serenity was at my doorstep, spiritual perfection. I could hear the whisper of grace coming near. My body tingled with a powerful feeling. On hallowed ground I now walked on heaven’s sand. The dipping in the River Of Life was a new revealing. A sinful past no longer stained my cleansed hand. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith |
Look Beyond The Sickness
Lord, My tortured hands are reaching out for You! I have to look beyond the sickness, Knowing You are the ultimate healer, I am so lost in my dismay! The pain becomes so hard to bear at times, Needing a relief from the aching body. I need the healing balm to give me comfort, Seeking you in a silent prayer, I plead for solace. When I cry out in pain, You are always there, Consoling me with Your blessings, Giving me the strength to endure another day. Leading me away from the jaws of defeat. Though I could never understand my sickness, You help me to believe with faith, Giving me the will to persevere, Though my body is weakening from the strain. I may face many obstacles with my health, But I know that Your love is guiding me. Your knowledge will keep me on the healing road, Far from clutches of this disabling pain. Lord, My tortured hands are reaching out for You! I have to look beyond the sickness, Knowing You are the ultimate Healer, I am secure in Your loving arms! Amen! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 Look Beyond The Sickness (Fifth Book In Lost In Sickness Series!) Dr. Muk, Love Ya. A Book from Jesus to help others in their journey with their lost in sickness! May it bring you eternal peace and His encouragement always. WORDS TO LIVE BY
Take the time to look upon those you love. For tomorrow a shadow may be overcast. Grey skies will shield the sun’s soothing rays above. Leaving you with a tattered mast. Take the time to say I really care. Show your loved ones much adoration. The day will come when there is despair. In life’s cycle another devastation. Take the time to live each moment with faith shown. Never let the hurt lengthen your pain. Losing hope builds a barrier of stone, With love there is no strain. Take the time to say, “I can be true to myself always,” For a lonely road awaits with such unrest, Without faith desolation rules all your days, Leaving your heart mortared in stone, woe caressed. Take the time to learn the words to live by, Living each day in the residence of your own fate. Faith is the lead to your future beginning nigh. With it peace is no longer a wait. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith DEATH IS ONLY A STEP
Death is only a step away from the living, A corridor to view in the forever. In this mystical place time is the giving, Eternal ties never to sever. Death is only a step into another dimension, Place where life’s hourglass becomes still, One without heartache, an ascension, A portal of light with a spiritual fill. Death is only a foyer into eternity. A garden of love awaits every entrance. Found here are golden moments of infinity, Forever the gift of spiritual acceptance. Death is only a step away from the living, A corridor to view in the forever. In this mystical place time is the giving, Eternal ties never to sever. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith DON’T WORRY
Don’t spend all your precious moments left on earth, Moaning about things you can’t possibly change, Contemplating fate or admonishing own worth, There is a much more better range. Set your eyes on faith and prayer, With a solitary goal in your sight. Reach for the stars with much love to share, Grasping the spiritual light. When the day becomes a pessimistic prediction, Or sandals are worn with continuing pacing. Our actions are the only felt benediction. We must reach beyond ourselves, thoughts replacing. Don’t spend all your precious moments left on earth, Moaning about things you can’t possibly change, Contemplating fate or admonishing own worth. There is a much more better range. Set your eyes on faith and prayer, With a solitary goal in your sight. Reach for the stars with much love to share, Grasping the spiritual light. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith WE OFTEN QUESTION
We often question everything, happening in our life. “Why Me?” A question we expect easy answers to be found, To lead our lives away from any future strife. In the process finding blame with everything around. Yet friends stand by us with loving support. Their shoulders are offered for a good cry. They always offer us a happier outlook, their report. It’s their love answering the question gets us by. We often question the Lord about a present heartache. Some people expect Him to shoulder every blame. Yet He never turns His back for His own sake. Later we realize the words spoken became our own shame. When we often question our current situation, The true answer is finding true faith bedded. Then we will bridge over the pain, finding exhilaration. A lonesome future no longer to be dreaded. We often question everything, happening in our life. “Why Me?” A question we expect easy answers to be found, To lead our lives away from any future strife. In the process finding blame with everything around. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith |
FATIGUE IS MY DOORSTEP
What happened to my childhood years? Bones creaking, an unoiled door. In the morning feeling no longer young with fears. Fatigue is my doorstep, old age my floor. Arthritis has found me. time for the rocking chair Round tummy is sign of no exercise. Fatigue is my doorstep, no longer any energy there. Looking around you, wondering where time flies. Fatigue is my doorstep, my body the rug. Trod on by the sands of the past. Through the soils of age I have been drug. Continually my life’s dice has been cast. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith MY ANCHOR IN THE ROCK
My ship sails on the roughest seas around. Yet I fear not the hurricane gales. Or the raging tidal waves, others have drowned. I’ll not let them batter down my sails. You are the anchor in the rock. Holding me fast by faith and hope. No one can undo the golden lock. For the key is held on eternity’s rope. Barnacles may feed on my hull, a disease That withers hide to only bone. Palpitations may wrack my bow, little ease. Yet the anchor holds fast in the rock, eternity’s stone. Faith will be my mast keeping me afloat. Hope my primary navigation wheel. Persistence my newly varnished coat. While the anchor in the rock is my final seal. My ship sails on the roughest seas around. Yet I fear not the hurricane gales. Or the raging tidal waves, others have drowned. I’ll not let them batter down my sails. You are the anchor in the rock. Holding me fast by faith and hope. No one can undo the golden lock. For the key is held on eternity’s rope. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith PASTURES ARE ALWAYS GREENER
Pastures are always greener on another’s side. Envious man sometimes become of their wealth. We have lost the sight to see with pride. Wishing for much richness, also perfect health. Our eyes gaze upon a beauty failing to see, Only with mind, forgetting from the heart. Greed has become our doorstep, a tragedy. Many loving families are severed apart. Forgetting to see, the pastures are green everywhere. With Jesus as our cornerstone on every side. Though jealousy has become the bridge to despair. We see the true beauty lies in his abide. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith HOUSEWIFE PRAYER
Lord, Grant the housewife enough energy. To have all the strength needed. To take care of her growing family. Your laws with obedience, always heeded. Lord, Give her the persistence to withstand every storm. The courage to face all the obstacles in her path. Keeping her family safe from any harm. Patience to deal with other’s wrath. Lord, Give her the knowledge to raise her children right. Encircling them with a blanket of love. Withstanding all the childhood years in sight. Not forgetting spiritual enlightenment from above. Lord, Grant her the days to enjoy her family. Nourishing them with food and thought. Guiding them to adulthood in your safety. Withstanding every demanding battle fought. Lord, Grant the housewife enough energy. To have all the strength needed. To take care of her growing family. Your laws with obedience, always heeded. Amen! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith THROUGH GOD’S LIGHT
My direction was lost in a tricky maze. A beacon parted the dense fog surrounding me. I was no longer alone in the shadowed haze. My solitary pathway was moistened by the dew of infinity. Through God’s Light a desperate peasant found relief. The forest of good was restored with sacred intervention. Covered in a fine silken robe, eternity’s sheaf. No longer being confined in an ominous detention. The road to purity consoled the blistered feet. No more coals of anguish to tread. Serenity became the judicial seat. Through God’s Light, a hungry pilgrim was fed. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith HIS LOVE
I look across the desolate land, very black. Seeking a reprieve for my aching heart, Feeling desperation weighting my tender back. Knowing a hand is there to comfort, a loving impart. He reaches out His strong hand, tears flowing. My sorrow threatens to engulf my entire being. He sees me in my hurt, His own disdain growing. Together we comfort each other, time seeing. I know He feels my every emotion as His own. When my tears fall, His are dropping like rain. He holds me, I am never alone. His love is eternal never a refrain. The sorrow I carry will someday fade. Until then He offers to hold my hand. His love is eternal, Heaven-laid. With Christ I will always stand. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith THE RIVER WATCHMAN
There was a river open to all without a fee. On this river perfection wasn’t the key. There was no fences to offer reject. No gates with shackles or locks to protect. On this river the water is clean of any toxic substance. It washes away the dirt of evil’s circumstance. There is one river watchman willing to offer his ferry. No gold or silver needed for the riding fee. This river is clear of any moaten debris to capture. Spiritually protected by its ferry man awaiting your call. No swampish traps to capture the innocent traveler. The ferry man waits for the weary to cross over sin’s wall. There was a river open to all without a fee. On this river perfection wasn’t the key, There was no fences to offer reject. No gates with shackles or locks to protect. On this river the water is clean of any toxic substance. It washes away the dirt of evil’s circumstance. There is one river watchman willing to offer his ferry. No gold or silver needed for the riding fee. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith LOST IN THE WILDERNESS
Receiving very tragic news, she cried Fear was seething, starting to boil. Far-off destination, seeking to hide. A battle began to be a turmoil. Fearful mind played the worst scenario. A movie turned into the blackest nightmare. Her own inner self became the foe. A doctor’s diagnosis became her despair. Lost in the wilderness feeling all alone. She must look to the healing light. Knowing faith and prayer is the only answer known, To take away the savage affliction's bite. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith THE HEART AFRAID
Solicitude holds reign in the land of desperation. The heart afraid fails to exist without fear. Shadows carry the haze of dissociation, Leading way to the entrance of the tear. Antipathy at a situation allows the release of such ire. The heart afraid, existing in a world of melancholy. Hope becomes encircled in a cobweb of dire. Sticky filaments hold its victim struggling to be free. The heart afraid no longer yearns to find faith’s wait, Leaving a lonely pathway for the fearful to tread, In a jungle of clinging vines to torment with fate. Place where anxiety has now been bred. Solicitude holds reign in the land of desperation. The heart afraid fails to exist without fear. Shadows carry the haze of dissociation, Leading way to the entrance of the tear. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith ONLY A SECOND
Squealing brakes, smell of rubber burning perpetrated the air. Only a moment before the collision, only a second to say a prayer. Two stopped trucks were blocking a very busy highway. No place to escape, no safe byway. Sitting in the front seat waiting for the definite impact. Hoping all in the car would be safe, all intact. Only a second to think about life or death. Whether it will be your last breath. Behind a moving van was closing in fast. As the vehicles crashed, an invisible safety net was cast. No airbags came out to act as a shield. Tossing the securely fastened occupants with deadly wield. The car was hit on the right side. God’s hand pushed the car aside. Inches away the van passed the passenger’s door. As my knee was slammed to dashboard throwing legs to floor. I saw God’s angels, they were smiling at me. I heard heaven singing as the cars halted in safety. Only a second to say a prayer, But God was listening; He sent his care. I love my angels within seconds of collision my angels of the light appeared and I saw them push the truck away Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith GLORY’S ONLY SUN
You found me lame. Not able to walk, Except on a bed of flame. No safety from evil’s stalk. Your water cleansed the ebony. My robe was sooty black. With your love surrounding me. No comfort would I lack. My eyes were blinded, a dismal haze, Not able to see without a light. Lost in a labyrinth, a tricky maze. Your grace restored my sight. Now I take the spiritual sunshine in. No longer does storm clouds darken my horizon. Now my life has a new begin. A permanent reservation under glory’s only sun. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith |
Gift Of Love
In the darkness a hallowed light shown bright. Two angels of the light watched over me. Caught in a pit of darkness I struggled to leave the night. My body was surrounded in a veil of healing energy. One took my hand, a familiar face was the revealing. Lightly placing a kiss on my cheek, showing her love. Her fingers carried the warmth of healing. I knew this spirit was a gift from above. The other angel spoke, her face too was a familiar sight. Her words were “You are not alone anymore.” I was no longer alone in the pit of night. Clasping my hand to her heart, peace was the open door. Two angels were sent to bring back a victim, lost in the night. Their energy reached beyond her pain to send their love. From her pit of torture, released her spirit in flight. God had sent her a special gift from above. In the darkness a hallowed light shown bright. Two angels of the light watched over me. Caught in a pit of darkness, I struggled to leave the night. My body was surrounded in a veil of healing energy. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith HUMBLE I MUST BE
Humble I must be on the journey to spiritual reliance. I mustn’t show an over-inflated ego in the making. My body must be meek, not boasting of every performance. Lord, Take my hand on this journey I am taking. When I feel the need to boast or brag about. Show me the humble way I must be. Remembering no one person is greater, all the same in and out. Lord, Every talent is only a bestowed gift of eternity. All must travel the same road to salvation and grace. Wearing ebony stains on our robes without purity. Released only in the baptismal water’s cleansing embrace. Lord, Help me be humble in the arms of your reality. Humble I must be on the journey to spiritual reliance. I mustn’t show an over-inflated ego in the making. My body must be meek, not boasting of every performance. Lord, Take my hand on this journey I am taking. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith RIDING ON HIS WIND
The tempest may toss my sails, veering my direction set. My compass may become demagnetized, losing my course. Safety anchor may become submerged in a reefed inlet. Tidal waves batter my fragile frame with such force. Barnacles cling to my hull, feeding on my tender sides. I am riding on His wind above the angry sea. On heaven’s wing my soul always glides, Though a ravenous ocean will always try to capture me. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith FAMOUS LAST WORDS
The famous last words, “I Just Can’t,” are spoken, When troubles plague us with questions in our mind, We fail to seek the answers, our spirits are broken. Finding it is easier to quit when laces bind. The famous last words, “I Just Can’t,” seems to be the way. Not willing to travel the most difficult route. We forget someone waits to hear us pray. His love conquers all, our blessing spout. The famous last words, “I Just Can’t,” washes away faith’s hold. Doubt clouds our mind with dismal attention. Giving in to temptation’s mental goad, When The Lord is the only true prevention. The famous last words, “I Just Can’t,” are spoken, When troubles plague us with questions in our mind, We fail to seek the answers, our spirits are broken. Finding it is easier to quit when laces bind. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith FOOTHOLD ON WHICH I STAND
Searching deep in the recesses of my being hidden. Craving to locate the balance, concealed within. Desperate fingers clutch to find a hold, as bidden. Holding once again the peace therein. A treacherous cliff beckons me to step over. Down below brandish undertows wait to submerge. Wishing my body to be captured in its deadly clover. Where piranhas wait, my helpless tissue to splurge. The foothold on which I stand, On the perilous ledge, I no longer quiver. A bridge is built with with infinity’s hand. Faith becomes my escort over the roughest river. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith THE OVERLY CRITICAL MAN
The overly critical man needs to find the Lord. Finding fault with everything in his life. Bringing others the feeling of great discord. Ultimately bringing on darts of strife. The overly critical man can never be elated. For he looks at the world with pessimistic eyes. His arguments can never be debated. For he would look on the person with despise. The overly critical man walks in the pathway of ire. Never feeling the joy of satisfaction. His feet are seared by the flaming bed of fire. For anger has become his distraction. The overly critical man needs to find the Lord. Finding fault with everything in his life. Bringing others the feeling of great discord. Ultimately bringing on darts of strife. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith EVERY PATHWAY
Every pathway we tread upon. Leads us to find another burden to bear. Another suit of armor we must readily don. More love with another we must share. On these pathways we find the truth. The adoration of others, helping lead our way. Sheltering our mind from the uncouth. Their love becomes our stay. Every pathway has heartache and pain. Though Hope and faith offers the greatest reprieve. Through these we have a spiritual refrain. When with all our hearts we believe. On these pathways a friend holds out a willing hand. Helping the needy travel across the rugged mountains. There finding a more prosperous land, Awaits with the voice of healing, cleansing fountains. Every pathway we tread upon. Leads us to find another burden to bear. Another suit of armor we must readily don. More love with another we must share. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith IN THE LIGHT OF MY DAY
There are no overcast clouds, blackening the horizon. No buzzards circling, waiting to claim their prey, Flying over strewn bones, bleached by the hot sun. Only fulfillment in the light of my day. No thunderstorms sending lightening bolts of fire, On the parched earth setting it aflame, Yellowed stalks of corn dying from the sun’s pyre. In the light of my day I feel no shame. No hurricane to flood the helpless land, Or tornado to strike with its vicious wind. Leaving shattered debris by their perilous hand. In the light of my day I will find no end. No hail will destroy the natural future. Tiny pellets of ice beating all in its path. Leaving broken stems in need of a miracle suture. In the light of my day there will be no wrath. There are no overcast clouds, blackening the horizon. No buzzards circling, waiting to claim their prey, Flying over strewn bones, bleached by the hot sun. Only fulfillment in the light of my day. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith BUSTIN’ LOOSE
I’m bustin’ loose from these chains surrounding me. No sickness will be allowed to dismay. Faith is the lock’s golden key. I am throwing these horrid shackles away. All the emotions out to cause me malaise, Won’t be allowed entrance in my temple door. No mildew will be allowed to haze. With faith as my walls, hope as my floor. I’m bustin’ loose from this prison cell. Painful stripes will no longer adorn. There will be no bars left in sorrow’s jail. My life will be happier, no more forlorn. All the disease will be whisked away. For faith is my pedestal, God my cornerstone. With His compassionate healing will be my stay. My soul is no longer etched in mortar, standing alone. I’m bustin’ loose from these chains surrounding me. No sickness will be allowed to dismay. Faith is the lock’s golden key. I am throwing these horrid shackles away. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith GOD FASHIONED YOU
God fashioned you from the drops of heavenly dew. Making every part perfect in every way. With a loving personality, loving and true. The best daughter is still the sachet. God fashioned your heart from the purest gold. Your eyes are pools of radiance, the shade of the blue sky. Honey blossoms is your disposition without cold. God bestowed me the greatest gift, always nigh. God fashioned you with intelligence of mind. Much love portrayed to our family. A more special daughter, could you ever find. On any ocean or unexplored sea. God fashioned you from the drops of heavenly dew. Making every part perfect in every way. With a loving personality, loving and true. The best daughter is still the sachet. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith HIS BLOOD
His blood can’t be covered by a veil. Sin now had a new enemy. Always a shroud in man’s trail. As it stained the fibrous wood for eternity. In a tomb no stone could conceal. The goodness had won the battle fought. No grave could offer the Savior its appeal. His children’s primary freedom His only thought. Walking the earth before His ascension. All His children are glorified in His light. His sacrifice is evil’s detention. Leading all to the pathway of right. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith |