Love Driven Deep

Behind this window, this pane of glass.
It makes me wish I could shatter though and hold you.
If I had to cut through my flesh to get to you, I would.
If only it weren’t so in between us.
I can’t stand knowing a sheet of glass is the only thing within our way.
The only things keeping us apart.
Oh please, let’s shatter it and make a scar of love.
“Crash!”…I’ve shattered it now.
I never knew I would die from this piece
That just happened to cut right through my heart.
It pierced so hard and drove so deep.
I couldn’t even survive long enough to see you and touch your smile,
After going through such extreme to get to you.
What happened to love? Why didn’t it bring us together?
Love is supposed to save us.
Maybe it died when I went through the window,
As the jagged edge sheared my heart.
Is this what your love does to everyone you hold?

5-7-1991 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.

Challenged Hearts

Save a tear for me
And wipe away my blood.
Only through my broken window,
Can I escape the flood.
Reach to the sphere above,
And avoid the careless fall.
When you feel the agony,
Do not try to call.
Nails of sand beneath my feet
Touching those at war.
Could you survive the destiny
We all have seen before?
Walk away and taste the sweat
Falling forth to speak.
Do not try to overcome.
You will always be too weak!

3-8-1991 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.

Buried In Love

As the rain to the soil,
My tears are pouring down.
My knight has lost the battle.
He lies here on the ground.
I cannot wake his wounded heart.
He will not lift his eyes.
Oh, my soul is aching now.
My heart is paralyzed.
Someone take away my pain,
And restore the life of my knight.
My world could never dawn again.
I’m imprisoned within the night.
By his side lies his sword.
I draw it back to lance.
I fall upon his lifeless soul.
We become a buried romance.

3-4-1991 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Writer’s Reservation

Who do I write to?
What do I write and why should I bother?
It’s not like it’s really all that important.
I should title it to God.
He cares.
And He’s always listening.
That’s what I like about God,
Even when I can’t talk or write,
He still hears what’s going on in my heart.
And as only He would know
That’s when I need someone to talk to most,
But am reluctant to talk.
And sometimes even convince myself
There’s nothing to talk about.

1-2-1991 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.

You Are My Strength

He’s throwing away my papers.

Why? – I’m not sure.

But I’m not stopping him.

It’s just old letters to guys I wrote,

but never gave to them.

So in a way he’s doing something

I should have done a long time ago.,

but never had the strength to.

Thank you, son.

You may be only 2 years old

and not know what you’re doing,

but I love you for it.

You are my strength.

God is giving me the courage through you.

God does move in mysterious ways.

4-26-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: My son Anthoni

Will They Leave Me?

What will my friends do?
Will they abandon me?
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t want to lose my friends.
I’ve never had any like them.
At any other time before, it would’ve been easier.
But not these friends.
They’ve cared all along.
They may not have been there every time I needed them,
but they tried to be there as often as they could.
Because they care. They really do.
I know God loves me too.
And I love Him too.
But why must it be so hard to do what’s right?
God is the only one I want, I know.
But I’m just going to miss my friends if they leave me.
I know you’re probably saying
if they’re my friends they won’t leave me,
but they are just as hurt, confused, and lost as I am.
They need someone to care and understand,
to be patient and love them
even when they aren’t doing so well.
We’re all human.
I just want to love and live for God
and still have my friends.

3-30-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Why Can’t I Sleep?

Why can’t I smile?
Why can’t I sleep?
I just need to shower and need rest, but I can’t.
It’s like a more than difficult thing to do.
So many things are on my mind right now.
I can’t even figure out which one matters first.
I just know I love God
and oh – how I keep sinning.
I am sick.
Repulsive
and of dirt.
But I don’t want to give up.
I know I can live right if I just try.
I just feel like I have no reason to fight,
or nothing to stand up for.
Yet I have so much to fight for,
and how I must,
want,
and love
to stand up for Jesus!
Why can’t I smile?
Why can’t I sleep?

4-5-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)