Glory to God for 200 Followers on gaillovesgodspoetry!

Praise Your Holy name, Father! Your blessings continue to flow… through a pen… a keyboard… a blog… and 200 Followers… all on the blog for the poetry You have allowed me to write through the years. A testimony of what You have done in my life! It is YOU they see! And it is You they find blessings in! Glory to Your Mighty name!
200 Follows!
Congratulations on getting 200 total follows
on gaillovesgodspoetry!
Your current tally is 201.
Thank you, Sanjib Nayak of Thoughts behind the Story,
for being the 200th Follower!
Sanjib and 200 others
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God bless each one who has encouraged me through their comments. I would have never thought that even the unpleasant poetry would make such a testimony! And I have never experienced so much love and concern over days that I didn’t even realize were so hard and painful. I thought I was merely writing poetry. When I see the pain and shame that was behind so many words that I thought were shields, and then I read those comments, I am humbled for so many strangers to show such compassion. It allows me to be honest with myself, to feel safe in showing myself compassion, and grow even more!
No one is like You, Jesus! 
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What a journey You and I have been on, God!
You have brought me through so much.
I look forward to every moment I have with You…
especially that day when I get to fly home!

I love You, Father! ❤ See You soon! 😉

The Special Toy

Once there was a little boy
Who was his momma’s pride and joy.
And every day the little boy
Played with his favorite toy.

Woody was the star of his play
That he made up every day
And if he messed up he would say,
“Maybe I’ll try another day.”

His mom would watch the show
While watching his face glow.
And if He dropped it on his toe
He would say, :Ouch. What a bad show,”

But the best thing that this mom loved
Was how the little boy played for God above.
He would always say, I hope I can do eough
To show You, Lord, I’m thankful for Your Love,

3- 20-1997 Thursday.
Written By Gail Brookshire

Moving On from 1994 to 1995

Lord, As I move on from adding my poetry written in 1994 to adding the poetry written in 1995, I want You to know how grateful I am to You for bringing me through such hard times. I’m glad You had me too distracted with life to realize just how broken and hurt I was. How deep, dark, and sometimes so evil those words were, but they were expressing the thoughts in my mind, the words and experiences I had collected, and the emotions I tried to push away with a pen. Thank You for coming into my life, my heart, and my soul… for teaching me of Your love and Your ways. Thank You for understanding my tears when no one else can… when the words get in the way… and all I can feel is my sin. Thank You for the many whispers of love that You speak into my life. ❤
Thank You seems so inadequate but is absolutely applied.
PRAISE YOUR HOLY NAME! ❤ ❤ I LOVE YOU, FATHER!! ❤ ❤

He Understands My Tears by The Isaacs

It’s hard to believe He still loves me
Knowing how wrong I have been
When all I can say is I’m sorry
When all I can feel is my sin
He understands when all I do is cry
He feels the hurt that no one can see down inside
And when the words get in the way I know He still hears
For He understands my tears.

You may not believe that I’m broken
For all you can see is my smile
Oh but He hears the heart that’s unspoken
And He gives me strength through each trial

He understands when all I do is cry
He feels the hurt that no one can see down inside
And when the words get in the way I know He still hears
For He understands my tears.

Oh when the words get in the way I know He still hears
For He understands when no one else can
He understands my tears.

For You, Mother

I love you, Mother.
I do not tell you often, but I do.
You are the woman who gave birth to me,
Who comforted me in the night,
Wiped my tears away,
And told me everything would be okay.

You are the woman who pleases my dad,
Who makes him happy,
And feels his void.
You make him smile.

A lady, you are, who has given me my siblings.
I thank GOD for you,
For I love my brothers and sisters,
Soul mates to grow with me,
And be on my side,
When mommy and daddy had to be a part
Of the grown up world.
Thank you for bearing them,
For bearing me,
For bearing to love us.
Thank GOD for my grandmother
Who did bear you,
And for all my motherly ancestors,
All the way back to Eve.

In special recognition, I thank the virgin Mary,
And praise GOD for her,
In deep love and appreciation for Jesus.
Surely no other mother could know the unselfish sacrificing,
For bearing a child, than Mary.
Jesus had the best.

My mother, I thank GOD again for you,
Simply because I mean it.
I love you.
Happy Mother’s Day.
May yours be as beautiful as your loving heart.

5-2-1994 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My mother Brenda L. King
And grandmother Mary F. Lance
Two wonderful women! ❤

Leaving 1993, Heading Into 1994

As I’ve come to the last of 1993 poetry and going into 1994, I’m relieved to be getting away from what was so dark. Yes, unfortunately there are still more as I’ve been looking ahead, but not only do they lessen with how many, they also begin to be me falling more and more in love with Christ, my Lord and Savior, the Love of my Life! ❤ I am so excited and ready for those! It felt good just to smile over looking at them! ❤
Thank you so much for all of your comments as I have been getting the older ones up. God has used you to help me learn from them yet again, to grow even more, and to be comforted by friends all over the world. I had literally grown so afraid of them through the years. I came so close to tearing them up or deleting as I had posted. How grateful I am that He led me to an opportunity to tear up several of them in 2004. Between 1989 and 2000 I wrote at least 300 a year, but as I look at the numbers under the Categories, I realize I tore up hundreds, but trust me… THAT was a good thing. That is a part of my testimony too!

God does amazing things! The most amazing one being to love us… unconditionally… nonstop… no matter what! He can get you through the darkest times, and ease the deepest pains. I know He has been my God Through All of It. ❤ (Thank you for introducing me to this song, brother Stu!)
God is my hero! He loves me! And He loves you! I know it may seem so hard, and there may be things that no one else but God can understand with what you are going through… but He CAN get you through it because He DOES understand!
I am praying for each of you!

I Never Knew Her

No one ever knew her like I did,
But I never knew her at all.
She was something so easy to read,
Yet so hard to figure at all.

What was it that I saw in her?
I’m not quite sure of that reason.
But my love for her kept living,
As the seeds through every season.

We’ve all a mark or two in past
That shame us of our being.
But what we do to carry on
Is the point we should be seeing.

My love for her was all she had,
And yet I let her down.
She had no other choice
Than to leave without a sound.

Where she’s going and what she’s doing,
I think I’ll never know.
For though I really loved her so,
I knew nothing of the woman you know.

11-29-1993 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Getting to know one’s self
is like never knowing yourself at all

At 9 Years Old

At 9 years old, I was placed into a children’s home by my parents.
They were quick to trick me and my brothers into staying the night,
Not letting us know it would be for months.
They first took us on a joyride (they said),
And then asked us if we’d like to see a neat place to play.
Once there, then they asked us if we’d like to meet some kids there.
When we went inside, we were introduced to these people,
Who we didn’t know were going to be our house parents,
And they asked us if we would like to spend the night.
Once our parents were gone, around dark,
We were then instructed to go to our rooms,
Cut off the lights, and go to sleep.
We weren’t allowed to leave the light on or have the door cracked.
I was so confused.
My parents had taken me out of a normal home environment,
From my brothers and one sister,
And placed me into the hands of strangers,
Who made me sleep alone, cut off the lights, and go to bed early.
I cried so hard, trying to figure out why my parents left me,
When were they coming back,
Wishing they would hurry,
But most of all, why did they lie to me?
Where were my brothers and sister?

11-9-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire