Desiring a Special Love

I wanna be loved!
Ok… there I said it!
I wanna be loved by somebody,
And I am so tired of feeling ashamed
Just to admit it.
That is so sad…
That my world would make me feel
Like it’s horrible to say it,
Or selfish to even think it.
I know I have my family.
I know I have my friends.
I especially have my church family.
Yet I still have a yearning
To be loved by that special someone,
And to be that special someone
For the love of my life.
My God given love.
And I know God has no problem
With me saying it, writing it, or feeling it.
His words says it.
“It is not good for man to be alone.”
Even if I am gifted with singleness
For the rest of my life,
There is nothing wrong with the desire
To want to be loved by someone special.

12-20-2005 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I am always loved by someone special in Christ!

Soul Expression

If I write a poem,
Will I be set free,
Or will they read
And just judge me?
Should I let that matter?
It locks my soul within.
Being open is not a crime.
Expression is not a sin.
Yet I still care for God
All that I say or do,
For others attach God
To everything about you.
I want to set the example,
Yet I also want to express.
Could it be Godly
To share with the rest?
Could it be God’s will,
His gift for me to share
That others might see
For even our brokenness
He cares?
Dear Lord, I pray Your will
Upon my soul and pen.
If it be Your gift to me,
Help me to set it in ink.

12-20-2005
Written by Gail Brookshire

Visitors In Your House

A visitor comes to Your house.
Yet another makes two.
They’ve come to fellowship,
To worship You.
Their eyes seek Your people.
Your people extend their hand.
They try to comfort
And teach to understand.
The card is signed
“I’m new to here.”
The pastor reassures,
“You are so dear.”
The children are adored
by all who were blessed.
They show the crafts made.
Oh how cute they’re dressed.
Farewell to our visitors.
Farewell to your souls.
We pray they’ll return,
Or at least be Yours whole.

11-28-2005 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Speak No Leak

Speak… no leak.
The clues must not be.
All the foes who seek
Will know how to weaken me.
Wink… think shrink.
Be careful not to expose.
One link could make me sink
If they are allowed to know.
Start… smart.
Don’t let the bright shine in.
Cart the heart
And secure the word within.
Roses… hoses.
Things outside can harm.
Moses poses
With all his Godly charm.

10-19-2005 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Life Steps In

My adventurous life…
Where do I begin?
Just as I get settled,
Life steps in.
There is no getting secure.
You can’t play it safe.
It’s hard to see the whole
When life gets in your face.
Only God can bring us peace.
Only God can protect.
Yet even He will not promise
That He might not object.
Live and learn.
Live and let be.
I can’t help you,
And you can’t help me.

10-19-2005 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Wow… How negative I can be, but blunt.
God can!

Without, Jesus, There’s No Gain

Words can be so easy to throw around.
People can be so easy to object.
But offended or not, the Bible is clear.
If you are not saved, God will reject.
His Son died on a cross for you.
He bore your guilt and pain.
How could anyone possibly think
That without Jesus, there would be gain?
God did not allow His Son to die for amusement,
He did not permit it just to entertain.
He allowed it to save His lost children
Before His Son comes again.
Please open your heart to Jesus.
He loves you more than you know.
If you will give your soul to Him,
He will never let go.

10-19-2005 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Cleanse My Unfaithful Pen

Do I still have Your permission?
Do I still have Your blessing?
Do I still have Your gift?
Even after all the misuse?
Even after all the waste?
I am sorry for anything I have ever
Written outside of Your will.
I am so sorry for writing
Anything that would disgrace Your name.
I am sorry for marring Your testimony.
You are so pure, so Holy, so righteous.
I am sorry for not always being
What You ask and expect of me.
I pray for Your mercy and grace.
I pray that You would cleanse me
And my unfaithful pen.
If You will allow me
To share of You,
To share for You,
And to share with You,
I would be honored and blessed.
Not because I am special,
But because Your mercy
Would once again testify
Of what a loving and forgiving God You are.

8-26-2005 Friday
Written By Gail Brookshire

I Love You, Jesus Christ!

I love You.
I love You with everything in me.
I love making You happy,
And pleasing You always.
I want to praise You,
And serve You all of my days.
Hear my heart’s cry,
“I love You, Jesus Christ!”
I never want to leave You.
Stay by my side.
I love You, my Savior.
My soul is eternally Yours.
I’ve loved You every since
You knocked on my heart’s door.
Thank You for making me
A part of Your life.
Thank You for being
A part of mine.
Walk with me always.
Guide my every steps.
Keep remind me
Why You wept.

8-23-2005 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Freaking Out On God

God, I’m freaking out.
I have so many things that stress me out.
I just freak.
Is it ok to freak out?
Is freaking out biblical?
Is it offensive to You?
What do we do when we freak?
What do we do when we come to You,
Pray, trust, read, trust,
And still freak out.?
Are we really trusting to begin with?
Is it possible to freak out
while trusting You at the same time?
I pray it is not wrong.
I pray You would be my calm.
Calm my storm in me.
Help me to be still and know
That You are God.
Help my heart not be troubled.
Help me to fix my mind on Thee.
And I will praise You
For redirecting my mind
That I might not freak out on You.

8-23-2005 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

See You In My Dreams, Jesus!

Jesus, I am going to lay myself down to sleep.
I am going to pray to see You there.
We are told You talk to us in our dreams.
I pray that my heart, mind, soul, and dreams
Would be open to Your precious and Holy presence.
Speak to me with Your perfect message.
Make clear Your message to me.
Take all that evil that has been allowed
To visit or homestead in my mind,
And bathe me with Your Holy thoughts.
Create in me a new heart… and mind.
Take all that does not belong
And replace it with nothing but…
YOU… YOU… YOU!
I love You and look forward
To spend quality time together…
In EVERY way possible.
In Your Holy Name… Amen.

8-21-2005 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Missing Footprints

Why do I bother to tell anyone I ail?
It only adds to the list of “I fail.”
I fail to convey my sincerity of pain,
And I fail to pass the test “sane.”
If no one is going to believe me,
And my body will only deceive me,
How will I ever recover
From what we fail to discover?
What a puzzle. What a task.
Why do I bother to ask?
Day by day I will tarry,
Taking whatever burden I must carry.
I will do what I can do while I can,
And rest when I can no longer stand.
My Savior will then show me the hint,
“Notice any missing footprints?”

8-21-2005 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Dreaming My Life Awake

Dreams… oh someone please talk to me about dreams.
I am so scared of mine!
I have so many.
Many do not make sense.
Many do not come twice.
And many won’t go away.
Why won’t they go away,
Or at least explain explain themselves.
I don’t want to stop dreaming
Because some dreams comfort me.
To have the good.
I must see the bad.
At least I forget some…
So easily.
I am so sad
When I can’t escape others.
Please help me.
I know that God talks to us in dreams.
My head is so filled with evil
That I am uncertain when
It is him or my subconscious.
I want to erase the nightmares,
But not if it means giving up
His sacred message.
I love Him too much to miss Him.
Time to go.
I have to wake up.

8-21-2005 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Longing to Walk

Sweet Jesus, I long…
To love…
To serve…
To be.
I want so much…
To give You
All of
Me.
As children long to play,
So I
Long
To play.
I want to be obedient…
And still
Make You
happy
Each day.
Walk with me…
As I search
To walk
Your path.
I pray Your mercy
And grace…
Would deter
Your wrath.

8-21-2005 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

POPFU YOU

Pink and brown, you have sat down.
You play within my space.
Your hair is growing, your suntan glowing.
How red upon your face.
Click, click, click.Don’t forget tick.
You’re trying to win the game.
Pop one, pop two, pop lots for you.
High score will show your name.
A loss, a win, you win again.
Your wins are adding up.
You will be glad to get your badge
When you have won enough.

8-3-2005 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Irene playing Popfu