You See Through It All

Here alone with just You and me.
That’s the way I like it to be.
You alone within my heart and soul
Can make me feel completely whole.
When peace escapes my fretting mind,
It’s You I need to seek and find.
When burdens weigh my soul to the ground,
You bid me, “Come. Lay them down.”
You place Your arms beneath to carry,
Then linger still just to tarry.
When darkness lies to my searching eyes,
You help me to see through the disguise.
You light my world and set me free.
You smile and say, “My child, it’s Me!” 🙂

Thanks for coming for me! ❤

2-8-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I love You, Father God!

Descriptive Action

Frayed mind. Short circuit.
Unsure of how to work it.
Calloused heart. Dried well.
There will be no crying spell.
Damaged weapons. False alarms.
Eventually disarmed.
Strategic boundaries. Fine lines.
Everyone hides behind.
Wayward sinner. Prodigal son.
In Bethlehem it was begun.
Tainted daughter. Alabaster box.
Anointing oil for His dear cause.
Rolling stone. Bright ascension.
Before God our names are mentioned.
Tender mercy. Sweet salvation.
We have received reconciliation.

1-29-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Written As Poems

Sweet as flowers that smell so nice.
Fresh as air that fills the sky.
Drifting as a leaf set free.
It’s all so beautiful to me.
Painted as a scenery of flight.
Colored as though there’s so much light.
Closing as the setting sun.
The poems are written. The book is done.

1-26-2019 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Behind the Wire

Struggling behind the wire, I pray.
I ask You to help and lead the way.
The glasses are on, with one free.
I try to resist closing my eyes to see.
I hear the voice saying, “Can you try?”
I hear the other voice say, “Why?”
Water rushes through my ears.
The sound is too loud to hear.
Did we go where You wanted to?
Have we started or are You through?

1-25-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

How I’m So Grateful

How many seeds. How many flowers.
I’m grateful for all the hours.
How many days. How many weeks.
I’m grateful that You speak.
How many months. How many years.
I’m grateful for all the tears.
How many notes. How many doors.
I’m grateful for the ones who are Yours.
How many reasons. How many whys.
I’m so grateful to know I will fly.

1-25-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Rising In Joyful Song

Following You, I yearn to see
Whatever it is You yearn to see before me.
Following close I hear Your smile.
I enjoy every blessed mile.
Continuing on we walk the way,
You tell me You have something to say.
You love my heart with You in it.
You’ve enjoyed every minute,
But now You’ve come to take me home.
We start to rise in joyful song.

1-25-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Persistent War

Grip this. Grip that.
Grip away, and that is that.
Closed hand. Closed fist.
God is finally closing this.
Driven nails. Driven pain.
You will not drive me insane.
Closed eyes. Closed lids.
God has had enough of this.
Persistent pain. Persistent pressure.
God’s persistent love I treasure.
Remember this. Remember that.
God remembers every spat.
Forgetting now. Forgetting then.
God chooses to forget sin.
Given birth. Given mirth.
Through God given worth.

1-22-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire