Your Poetry

Dear Lord, I want to live in Your poetry.
Your words are so beautiful, so powerful…
And when You bless me with them,
I am overwhelmed.
When Your grace flows through my pen,
I am amazed that You would choose me.
I am in awe to be Your poet.
I thank You for that honor, that privilege.
I cherish the gift to share You with others.
May Your message reach those to whom You want.
I know they have touched me often.
Thank You, Father God.
Thank You.
“Your poetry” is still the greatest!
“Your written word” comforts us all!

4-14-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Your Mercy Is A Blessing

How is it you forgive me so many times?
How many times will you forgive me?
I don’t deserve to be forgiven at all!
I am overwhelmed to know you have forgiven me
for even the smallest things.
I am so unworthy of you.
Thank you for loving me despite myself.
I praise you for who you are.
Your mercy is a blessing.
You make me new in you.
Thank you for remaining in me.
Yours forever.

3-29-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

What Will She Think?

She’s been told something so horrible to hear.
She’s been informed of needless information.
Will it be too much to remain friends?
Will it damage our good and godly relation?
I hated having to tell her what I did.
I was trying to obey you with open confession.
Will she think less of me and avoid me?
Can she bear the news of my transgression?
I pray that she doesn’t hold it against me, Lord.
I think so dearly of her.
If I could take away my ugly past, I would.
You of all people know it’s not what I would prefer.
Please help her to forgive me, Lord.
Don’t let her judge me by this deed.
I want to show her and you I’m sorry.
For mercy, I plead.
I pray for her, Lord.
As she has a way of thinking that I do not know.
Help us to grow in sisterhood.
Help us both to let go.

5-18-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: a dear friend

We’re Not Letting Go

Struggling to know who You are,
I search for a way to be clean.
Struggling to know who I am,
I search for what my life means.
You and I are supposed to be together
In all that happens each day.
Help me to understand things
That have already happened along the way.
Life is short and uncertain.
You can call for us any time.
Please make peace between us.
I need to know we’re fine.
Help me to fight my demons.
They want to take my soul.
Please make them understand,
You and I are not letting go!

5-17-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Time To Go Back

It’s time to go back.
I don’t want to God, but it’s time.
It’s not because I want to be lazy.
It’s not because I hate my job.
I love my coworkers.
I even like what we do.
It just means back to no energy.
No energy to write,
to pray,
to read,
to be a good mom,
to be a good church member,
to wear dresses,
to soak up you.
I wish I could support Anthoni and my family
with the gift you gave me
that I love… writing.
But only you can make that happen, God.
Meanwhile, I will serve you wherever you want.

5-15-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: Written during a time when I was working so many hours,
for so many years that I struggled to find time to do anything else.

They Need Your Care

The headache, God, please relieve her headache.
His sinuses, Father, please stop his pain.
These people who serve You daily.
They have helped me again and again.
Touch their bodies, Lord.
Touch their lives.
Help them to smile
and bear their strife.
Give them peace.
Give them strength.
Help them to find joy
in You again.
My pastor and his wife
need Your care.
I thank You, God,
to trust You’ll be there.

6-4-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: dear friends ❤


So amazed by a God who loves me,
I am constantly having to work to believe.
He’s not like all the other frauds
who came only to turn and leave.
So amazed by a church that loves me,
I struggle to grow and receive
because I want to give love too,
not help them to only grieve.
So amazed by a family who loves me,
I struggle to make ours work.
I want to help us love one another.
I hate it when we hurt.
So amazed by a son who loves me,
I am overwhelmed every day
that God would entrust me with His gift
that has brought me joy all along the way.

6-2-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)