The Crossing

by | Jun 4, 1999 | Poem, Salvation

Crossing the narrow bridge of faith, Jesus carried me.
I could smell the putrid odor of charred flesh.
Gnashing teeth were dining on another innocent, cruelly
I could see many of purity’s souls caught in a demonic mesh.

Hot lava boiled in Dismal’s Pit, breeding the untrusting’sfear anew.
His robe was my protection on the narrow bridge.
I felt so loved, my faith in God had brought me through
Even though I had to walk a thin rope on a precarious ridge.

His nail-scarred hand held me so tenderly.
True faith had conquered the evil pitch of the demonic thorn.
Christ’s love was setting my tortured body free.
Crossing the narrow bridge of faith, my pathway was no longer shorn.

Dorothy E. Scott
Copyrighted 2001
Changing Winds Of Brendaw

Dorothy Scott – My name is Poet Dorothy E. Scott I have been writing since five years old. I have a deep love for the Lord. He’s been my copilot for a long while. I am a compassionate poet. I write poetry for all who need it. I currently have 52 books in seven years. I am a sick poet but know God is there and faith. Some of my work is used at an online magazine “Chrysalis.” I have my own poetry corner in a magazine Almshouse Newsmagazine. I will soon be featured on  as a poet too.  Poetry is a gift from God and for God. God Bless You!  Poet Dorothy


The Crossing