My Only Book

An Anthology of Poems & Prose Penned by a Protestant Poetaster ~With the Best of Inspired Others~


Glory To God!

Posted on April 27, 2010 at 10:20 PM Comments comments (0)

O Lord, I talk to you as my personal, dearest friend.

Like a dart, I send to you my heart’s secret intent.

Glory to God!

I find you indeed are my strength and my shield!

Therefore with my whole heart I praise you on the field!

Glory to God!

This world is evil bent, lost to the curse on the house of the wicked!

But O Lord, you are mindful of the just and bless his soul habitation!

Glory to God!

When troubles come in like a hurricane you raise up a standard!

And your angels camp about and drive away the blast of evil!

Glory to God!

Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised!

Great is the Lord and his “light” is always!

Great is the Lord and his truth prevails!

Glory to God!

Rise up O God and send away the darkness!

Rise up O God and defeat the counsel of the unwise!

Rise up O God and bring down the wrath of man!

Glory to God!

Calamities all around,

Pestilence on every hand,

A thousand do fall,

But in thee do I stand.

Glory to God!

My flesh is this vile body.

But God is the strength of my heart and my flesh.

My spirit is yours though my soul at times is perplexed.

Then your answers come and you I adore!!!

Glory to God!

Jesus is with me in trouble!

Glory to God!

Jesus delivers me from trouble!

Glory to God!

Because I have set my love upon him,

Glory to God,

He answers me!

Glory to God!

Soon he comes to snatch away his hidden ones!

Glory to God!

To punish the wicked and to banish the wicked one!

Glory to God!

Hold on my brother, hold on my sister!

Glory to God!

Jesus answers the prayers of his friends.

Glory to God!

The final prayers will be answered soon!

Glory to God!

Jesus comes! Soon!

Glory to God! Glory to God! Glory to God!

Jesus Humble, Lowly, Meek and Mild - A SIMPLE POEM FOR THE SABBATH

Posted on April 27, 2010 at 1:50 AM Comments comments (0)


Jesus humble, lowly, meek and mild

Bend thy ear, O Lord, to thy dear Child

All around is dark and sad—

This beautiful world you Created glad!


Jesus humble, lowly, meek and mild

Do tears fall too? From thy holy eyes,

As you see what sin’s folly’s have wrought....

After all your patient “Creation Thoughts”?!


Jesus humble, lowly, meek and mild,

Turn our eyes from ALL that’s defiled!

Lord, bless this Sabbath “full of light”

To see undimmed thy first creation sights!


Jesus humble, lowly, meek and mild

Grant a view of glory from you!

Lord, above all else {all earthly wise}

Let us behold YOU without disguise.


Jesus humble, lowly, meek and mild

Grant thy presence to each dear child

Who seeks to rise to worlds unknown...

And to be with you in all your throne!


Lawrence Scott


Posted on March 2, 2010 at 9:53 PM Comments comments (0)

Still after all the dark storm doth pass,

Still doth my heart bend towards you.

Still as the sea doth toss the waves so fierce,

Still my heart doth break when near thy cross.

Still doth thy love long days pass true.

Still doth they yoke weigh light in you.

Lawrence Scott

Three Loaves of Bread, a Fish, an Egg

Posted on March 2, 2010 at 6:37 PM Comments comments (0)

Three loaves of bread, a fish, an egg —

Or stone, or serpent, or scorpion?

To ask, to seek, to knock—

To “go unto HIM at midnight.”

To receive...we “ask.”

To find...we “seek.”

To open...we “knock.”


“Being evil” we plead for answers,

While our children own the “gifts” they plead

Much more, how much Our Father

Who owns the Heavenly Throne

Subdues our earthly kingdoms,

And gives his Holy Spirt

“Unto them that ask of Him.”

Or stone, or serpent, or scorpion?

Gifts of faithless passivity.

Nay Bread!!!—three loaves, a fish an egg...

To feed our much importunity.

Yea!!! to strengthen us in weariness,

To guide us in the straight and narrow.

That we may brave with courageousness

The perils of a pilgrim’s journey.

Three loaves of bread, a fish, and egg—

Our Father’s ears do hear

The faithful supplications

Of those to Him so dear.

We “ask”....and He wills according to His will.

We “seek”...and His mercy helps us to find.

We “Knock”...and it’s His Hand that opens—

A “Door” for our hearts to hide.

Three loaves of bread, a fish, an egg—

“Good gifts” for the children of God,

Who continually come to Him and plead

While on earth’s last turnings they trod.

Based primarily on Luke Chapter 11

Lawrence Scott

Out of the Quiescence

Posted on March 2, 2010 at 6:07 PM Comments comments (1)

In the beginning, before the End...

Beyond all shadow, a path of sun

parched the pavement and drew a line,

leaving a marking for man to see,

yielding a sign for all to be;

forever aware, forever alive

to know the truth, to never sigh,

to understand, and truly find,

a thorough search—centered inside—

for the Kingdom of God, for Peace on Earth,

for the Love of all children and soulful rebirth.

Little time was given to make amend

for, the line burned deeper, imparting the end.

It weakened the earth from out and about

which, upset the world and everything in doubt.

The wind blew harder, the snow came down

the rain flooded over, and the sun went out.

Evil took over in this tempest time,

whining and wailing, venting it’s crime,

till, silence was dawning a sedentary—STILL,

stationed in nothingness and eternity’s will.

Out of the quiescence; a new world was born,

in reality unseen, in a vision that shone.

In the truth of an essence—

for, the peace or quiescence

converged as One in the Most:

in the kingdom of God—

the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Lawrence Scott 1980-81

Letter From A Friend

Posted on February 21, 2010 at 11:03 PM Comments comments (0)

I just had to write to tell you how much I love you

and care for you. Yesterday, I saw you walking and

laughing with your friends, I hoped that soon you’d

want me to walk along with you, too. So, I painted you

a sunset to refresh you. I waited—you never called—

I just kept on loving you.

As I watched you fall asleep last night, I wanted

so much to touch you. I spilled moonlight onto your

face—trickling down your cheeks as so many tears

have. You didn’t even think of me; I wanted so

much to comfort you.

The next day I exploded a brilliant sunrise

into glorious morning for you. But you woke up

last and rushed off to work—you didn’t even

notice. My sky became cloudy and my tears were the rain.

I love you. Oh, if you’d only listen. I really love you.

I try to say it in the quiet of the green meadow

and in the blue sky. The wind whispers my love

throughout the treetops and spills it into the

vibrant colors of all the flowers. I shout it to you

in the thunders of the great waterfalls and compose

love songs for birds to sing for you. I warm you

with the clothing of my sunshine and perfume the

air with nature’s sweet scent. My love for you is

deeper than any ocean and greater than any need

in your heart. If you’d only realize how I care.

My Father sends his love. I want you to meet

him—He cares, too. Fathers are just that way.

So, please call on me soon. No matter how

long it takes. I’ll wait—because

I LOVE YOU! Your Friend, Jesus