A Literary Jungle

Fickle, freckle, feign, and fawn.
How much longer will this nonsense go on?
Tickle, tackle, tame, and tong.
It’s went on way too long.
Shake, smack, slap, and smite.
I seek His strength to even fight.
Quake, quiver, qualm, and quiet.
It’s hold my pen or let it write.
Mangled, mixed, marled, and marred.
He knows what it’s like to be scarred.
Blare, blast, bash, and bombard.
It’s no wonder, I rely on my guard.
Useless, ugly, unwelcome, and unknown.
For so long I walked this road alone.
Equipped, eclipsed, elated, and empowered.
He walks with me all the way home.
Lit, lodged, laved, and lined.
A little too known to speak my mind.
Caged, cornered, coined, and chimed.
I’m grateful for a Savior’s love so kind.

8-22-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Reconciled By Love

From the moment You found me
And introduce me to Your love,
I have been a child of the King
And bound for my home above.
In mercy You reached down to me,
In the depth of my ugly sin.
You opened Your precious vein
And let Your cleansing blood pour in.
Rescued by my Savior,
I find in Your eyes.
You teach me to do good,
And evil to despise.
For by Your death,
We were reconciled.
We were made Holy.
There is no more guile.
For it was life, Your resurrected life
That gave me a choice.
I gladly accept
And lift up my voice.
“Yours! I’m Yours!
And You are mine!
Thank You for being
So loving and kind!”

8-20-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Savior Jesus Christ! ❤

Drop By Drop

Drop by drop
The ink becomes a word.
A listening ear longs to hear.
The voice makes it heard.
Turn a page.
Lift the pen.
The lonesome heart
Longs to hear again.
There is a book
That never ends,
Because when you finish,
You rebegin.
The soul is filled
With peace within.
This is what happens
When Christ comes in.
Memorize a proverb.
Reread a psalm.
Find such love
In the book of John.
Drop by drop,
His blood was shed.
His message of love
Was written in red.
Pick up the book.
Turn a page or two.
His dying message
Was written for you.

8-19-2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

I Was Here

I use to be here.
It was so unsafe.
The voice, the face, the unsafe ways.
These streets were pathways
For souls walking by.
We were a part of those souls.
A part of this place.
But I was a visitor
Who did not know
I was just passing by.
This was my life.
And this life was me.
Yet God emphasizes
WAS!!
God came along and took my hand.
He said, “Someday you’ll understand.”
This was FOR you,
But not ABOUT you.
You are all about me and my will.
You’re journey came through here,
But now you must journey on.
There’s so much more for you to do.

8-19-2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Somewhere I once was.

A Cooling Off

The windows are open.
The sun is shining bright.
Yet the dark clouds
Are just as present
And dropping the rain
Very strong upon the earth.
They are both standing their positions.
The rain pours down the windshield
And windows that are closed.
It’s enough to blur the view.
The world is not as clear.
The breeze caresses the flowers,
Yet is unfelt by the skin.
A cooling off for earth.

8-19-2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: God and His wonderful ways. 🙂

Dead, But Still Standing

Dead, but still standing.
Barren of life.
Tall among the living.
Branches among branches.
So many little turns.
Yet every one of them
Absent of life.
No color, no leaves.
No sign of life.
Buried among the living,
But still present with them.
Invisible to the world,
Yet the skyline reveals
You are still there.

8-19-2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: The tree standing so tall in front of me so barren, yet it’s not fall for another month. It stands tall among so many trees filled with leaves and life, and among so many spruces.

Another Presence Enters In

Ahem! Ahem! Can you hear?
I sense your game of doubt and fear.
You start the same, assuming I play.
You’re not concerned with what I have to say.
But ready or not, I become aware.
I have no pity left to spare.
You set me up to take a fall,
Then trip my feet to hear me call.
You want me crying out for you,
And want to be my hero too.
But another Presence has entered in.
He says this madness has to end.
This passing a life back and forth,
Only to throw remains on the floor
Is going to stop this very minute!
Only I can see the value in it.
Step away and let her be!
She belongs solely to Me!

8-15-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

No Longer Abandoned

My mind, my memory, my ability to speak.
It’s all starting to abandon me.
The letter, the notes, the wasted pen
All throw away the writer again.
Clarity, logic, the reasonable voice
All declare their cruel choice.
The people, the person, the one who knows
Wave as they say, “This is how it goes.”
Same old story. Same old line.
I dare to believe every time.
Yet there is no friend
Or ear to lend
To the inhumane
Who drives insane.
All this hope to make amends
When every soul only pretends.
I hear a voice speaking for me,
But am suddenly pinned by the enemy.
They all want to drive away
Anyone who wants to stay.
But their lack of presence welcomes His.
He says, “Enough of this!”
Your game is over and I have won!
No longer will she be abandoned!

8-15-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

No Throwaways!

“No throwaways!” You assure me.
“I throw nothing of Mine away.
You are a treasured gift for Myself.
Do you have any idea what you mean to Me?
Block out what the world has told you.
Block out the doubt, little faith, and unbelief.
Hear Me, and only Me.
You are My precious child, My dear friend,
My daughter, and My beloved.
My bride that I wait so patiently for
Because she’s well worth the wait.
Never will you be tortured with mind games from Me.
I am NOT the father of confusion.
I am your Counselor, Wonderful, Faithful, and True.
I am known by Mine, and Mine know Me.
I look forward to loving you every new day.
I love you more and more.
No throwaways! You’re for keeps!”

7-25-2019 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Arms of Love

Bound by the Arms of Love,
My insecurities secure.
Those Arms of Love comfort me,
And help me to endure.
Wrapped in the Arms of God’s Love,
I long to linger with Him.
When it’s hard to face my realities,
He says, “We’ll deal with them.”
The Arms of Love embrace me,
And strengthen me when I’m weak.
I find my voice in the Arms of Love,
And find the courage to speak.
“Oh, Arms of Love, how grateful I am
That You would lift and hold me.
Being in Your Arms of Love
Has been the character to mold me.
Laying my head to rest in Your Arms of Love
Brings peace deep within.
I love being in Your Arms of Love
Again and again and again!”

7-27-2019 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

My Heart Cry For You

Father God, Hear my cry.
I long to live for You.
Obedient and faithful,
Humble and true.
Strengthen my spirit,
Encourage my soul.
Your healing hand
Can make whole.
Be my Teacher.
Be my Guide.
Be my Counselor,
As You faithfully abide.
Lead the way.
Light my path.
Keep my soul
From Your Justified wrath.
Hold my heart
And keep it safe.
I know with You
Is the safest place.

7-23-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Unveiling Love

Lovely lacey cloth, how pretty you are
Dangling from her back.
How delightfully happy she was
When her Father lifted you
Off of her smiling face.
Such happiness to be unveiled
Brought forth the bride for her Groom.
Love was shown for all to see
As they joined hand in hand.
A look of love and peaceful joy.
Among a crowd of family and friends
They testified of God above.
Each time you dance around
I see the joy she’s found.
Each step He holds her to dance,
You glisten with radiant delight.
Thank you for revealing to me
The love that waits with Him.
I have been blessed to witness.

7-23-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Love That Loves

A love that loves the way love loves
Is the love I have with You.
There are no more guessing games.
Your love is pure and true.
The world keeps searching,
And telling what they require.
But You and You alone
Are all I ever desire.
Earthly love is filled with disappointment
And promises to be broken.
Som many love languages
Only leaves love unspoken.
But every vow of love
I hear You speak
Is witnessed when
You share strength with the weak.
You’re love forever.
I stay with You.
No other love
Could ever do!

7-22-2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Alas, I’m Home

Alas in sight, I see
A home prepared for me.
Cloudless skies and stormless days.
Enjoying a view with a heavenly haze.
The voice of God clear and strong
Conducting His choir with angelic song.
Crystal seas glisten bright.
Streets of gold reflect His Light.
Familiar faces soon appear.
Some were souls once so dear.
Dearer more, now they are
Always a part of my heart.
Dearest yet, my Sweet Jesus Christ!
Waiting to welcome home His bride.
Friends for life, death, and resurrection.
He is my Greatest expectation.
Alas I’m in His Holy presence,
Basking in His Holy essence.

7.25.19 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Pouring Out Life

Life pouring out of a hurting soul.
It trickles as it falls.
A Savior’s blood pours forth to save,
His loving voice calls.
“My loved one I see the pain that drains,
And know all too well.
How it felt to suffer and agonize
When on My knees I fell.
I cried out to My Father to remove My burden,
Yet accepted what He gave.
And in return He strengthened Me
To bare it to My grave.
It took that death to restore that life,
And remove the burden within.
Now I have eternal life,
And will never lose it again.
I gave that life to give you yours
Because I love you so.
The Father longs to strengthen you,
And let your burden go.”

7-18-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: The burden my Savior suffered making the sacrifice He made