My Child

My child,
In pain he came to acknowledge,
Breathless,
Without a cry,
Without the laughter,
Without the joy,
Without the simple words of…
….mommy.
Oh, as my baby lay in helplessness,
I felt of no worth
For this unawareness to
Conquer my love.
Of what value am I to my child
If I cannot chase the ache,
That I can’t even recognize?
My child,
Clang to me
In desperation for security,
Safety from the hurt.
Yet, I alone in imprisonment,
Was confined behind bars
Of ignorance.
My child,
Fought a battle
Of his own.
And it was God,
And God alone,
That spared
My child.

12-25-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my son Anthoni
Happy Birthday, Jesus! ❤

God, the Miracle

Times of crisis shall arise,
And God will meet us there.
Misery of heartaches cease,
For God shall take the bare.

Depth of darkened nights will be,
Yet God will be the light
To guide us in the right direction,
One to escape those nights.

Life will ask of new retirements
And try to steal the youth,
But God is there with miracles
That shall bring us to the truth.

Raise your hands in prayer and praise
The God who saves our lives,
And gives us back a peaceful home
To place our restless child.

12-25-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Happy Birthday, Jesus! YOU are a miracle! ❤

That’s What Friends Are For

That’s what friends are for…
A shoulder to cry on,
A friend in need,
Someone to rely on,
Moral support and great concern,
A pal to share a snack,
Someone to cheer you on
Or pat you on the back,
A dream to share,
A game to play,
Drink a shake,
Once a day,
Someone close to whisper,
And help you do your chores,
Someone to stand by you.
That’s what friends are for.

12-23-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. What a Friend We Have in Jesus! ❤
God is my hero!

Climate Royalty

Shut the door, it’s cold outside.
You must not let the heat subside.
Only certain heroes fall.
I am different from them all.
If you think you’ve gotten in,
You should just think again.

12-23-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Let me go!
Thank you, Jesus, for getting through and setting me free! <3
God is my hero!

Christmas Joy

Oh ho ho the joy they have
To celebrate today.
Christmas is the season now,
And they are out to play.
They laugh, they scream.
They jump a lot. Hard to keep control.
It has to be the joy from heart.
For they are happy souls.

12-23-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire