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