Tag: 1990

BEING THERE

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Thank You, Father, for being there when I needed You most!
You saw me through my pain.
You eased my mind and gave me strength,
And helped me through the rain.
Never before have I been so frightened,
Or encountered such a thing.
But You were there to see me to serenity.
I found the love You bring.
Only You can hold on to me
And give me courage to be strong,
The concern You gave to me
Helps me to carry on.
Oh the feeling of security
And the peace within my soul
Helps me to ease my mind,
And leaves You In control.
If ever there were something
I could do for you,
Please just ask and walk with me.
For it’s what I want to do.

2-5-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire

Out of Ink Heart

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I don’t know what to write.
I have written for days.
Every time I start to write,
Thoughts get in the way.
So many things go through my mind
On what to write to you.
But I feel you wouldn’t care
And figure what good would it do.
No one knows how it makes a writer feel
To hear they write so well,
Yet can’t find anything to attract
The attention of one you want to tell.
It hurts to see you turn away
Before you give me a chance,
Or to flip through the pages,
Giving no more than a glance.
How can you understand what I feel
If you don’t even stop to listen?
For the worst is when it’s read and ignored,
As though there were something missing.
So why bother picking up the pen
To try to say a word,
When all it’ll do is bore you
And cause the author to get hurt?

12-26-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Dearest Jesus

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Hi. I don’t know exactly what to say.
How are You doing? I hope You’re doing alright.
I know You have the world on Your shoulders.
And here it is nearing Your birthday.
I wish things were so different for You.
It’s not fair that the world is at bad terms
On the day of the celebration of Your birth.
This is also a time of peace, and love,
And good will toward all men.
Yet here we are arguing over things
That aren’t even any where near as bad
As You having to die for us.
So many men are away from their families.
Wishing they could just be there for them.
And then there are people in our country
Who aren’t even thinking about the guys overseas.
It’s not right.
And then there are the homeless,
Who have no food, no clothing, no home,
And no one to spend Christmas with.
May everyone stop to think about what’s really going on
And how it’s a day of rejoicing
In Your day of coming to our world to save us.
Have a wonderful and loving Christmas. Happy Birthday.
My gift to You is a prayer for everyone
To be at peace in thought of You today.
Forever Loving You.

12-21-1990 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Merry Christmas! ❤ Happy Birthday! I ❤ U Much!

Wish You Were Home

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Hey Guys, I’m sorry you’re over there.
You should be over here with your families.
I know you wish you were.
Christmas isn’t the same without the ones you love to share it with.
So many people hustle in worry of getting presents.
The perfect gift.
All you really need is to be there, and you’ve got more than you need.
But hey guys, I wish I could tell you how proud I am of you.
And how much I wish this would all stop so that you could be home for Christmas.
It’s a day of celebrating the birth of Christ,
And you have to spend it fighting for a country
Who’s too selfish and self-centered to think about what you’re going through.
Instead of how it costs to get the gas to go to the mall for Christmas shopping.
Guys, I hope it’s all over soon.
May you have a good Christmas and please know someone cares, I do.

12-19-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For all the guys in Saudi Arabia during Christmas 1990.

They Are Fighting

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The guys are fighting for us.
There may be no bombs falling,
But there are children crying for their daddys,
And wives in tears over having their husbands gone.
They have no way to kiss their families for Christmas.
And their mother’s are heart stricken for their safety.
All those friends and loved ones that are separated like this,
Are not doing it to party.
They are already fighting in their hearts.
That’s why they’re over there.
They’re defending their country just by being over there.
How can you say they’re not fighting?
Can’t you see they are already at war?
And they are fighting for you.
God be with them.
They need Him.

12-19-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For the souls in Saudi Arabia at Christmas 1990

FEELING DOWN

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I feel so sad, and I don’t know why.
But I just know that I do.
It’s like somebody died.
Who? – I don’t know.
Why? – I don’t know.
Where? – I don’t know!
Being so depressed… it’s boring.
Being so bored… it’s depressing.
Yet it seems as though it would be useless to socialize.
I feel as though nothing could make me smile.
Like it would be one big terrible lie to even try.
I’m so sad. I don’t know why.
I only know that I am. I’m sorry.
But it is human too.

12-17-1990 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit. – Psalm 34:18 KJV
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise. – Psalm 51:17 KJV
For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones. – Isaiah 57:15 KJV
For all those things hath mine hand made, and all those things have been, saith the Lord: but to this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and trembleth at my word. – Isaiah 66:2 KJV

Walk Down Wedding Lane

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Drifted apart upon the ocean,
No one knew we were lost.
The storm ripped us in two.
Our lives would be the cost.
Months have passed since the time
That the ocean made its fight.
Our bodies drift in tides of love,
And in view of someone’s sight.
They called the local authority
And reported that they had found
Two bodies washed upon the sands,
and noticed our hands were bound.
They came and checked it all out,
And identified our bodies too.
They found that we were married,
And our lives were fresh and new.
The wedding rings has washed away,
But we were still in ropes
From where we had been cutting up
And making silly jokes.
Our honeymoon was our farewell
To the world from our marriage.
The ocean was our residing place,
A place we always cherished.

12-12-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Are You Watching?

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Fly… fly away with me.
We’re going to soar above the skies… rise above the clouds…
And gaze upon the earth, and the beauty of the land.
We’ll come to the graveyards… and pause for a moment…
…a moment of silence.
As I float above the tombstone,
I’m quietly and inwardly saying how much I miss her…
And how much I still love her.
If only she were still alive (I whisper to myself).
A tear falls from my eye and as it begins to pour,
I feel a gentle and soft hand come from behind me and catch it
Before I have the chance to feel the moistness of my heartache.
She has dried it away.
Out of joy… surprise… and happiness,
I turn to hold her,
And as we embrace we draw back and smile at each other.
The only words she has to say to me are,
“Fly… fly away with me.”
I’m sorry. I forgot to say farewell to you my loved ones,
As she once did to me.
I love you. I’ll always be with you.

12-11-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: a dear soul

Loving Was a New Flame

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We were friends for the moment.
We were friends for the years.
We were friends with the laughter.
We were friends with the tears.
We were friends after all the pain.
We were friends after the fight.
We were always friends in life,
And then you were taken in the night.
I miss the way we use to laugh,
And the things we’ve said.
I try to let you rest in peace,
But I just can’t forget.
Upon your tombstone, your name is written,
And so are these words,
“We were always friends,
And we will be forever.”

12-7-1990 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: the loss of a dear friend

I Was Amazed

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For the times, I confided in you today.
You didn’t think bad of me. You didn’t walk away.
Instead you understood and gave me good advice.
I couldn’t believe the friend I found. What a nice surprise.
All the times I lied to you in fear of opening up.
I now see that I should’ve always given you my trust.
But now I know your sincerity, and that you really care.
I just hope I’m not too late to let you always be there.

12-7-1990 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: TW

In a Work of Art

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Jesus… He was there.
He was nailed to the cross.
Yet now He’s alive and well.
There was never any loss.
The blood He shed upon the tree,
Was the blood to wash you clean.
All you have to do is believe,
And you’ll know what I mean.
Please take a moment to
Open up you bible.
It’s a novel of love,
Not just a pretty title.

12-7-1990 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Choose the Pattern

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God is there and waiting for me to grow.
To learn what’s right, and saying no.
He’s given me a shelter of warmth and great protection.
Now it’s left up to me to choose the right direction.
Must I really go for something to only hurt me,
And take a chance that my blessing will desert me?
Maybe growing up is a thing of God showing us the way.
To give up what will destroy us before we throw love away.
I’m not sure of what I’m learning at this time.
But I feel as though God has something on my mind.

12-6-1990 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Word of Caution

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God wait…
…He patiently awaits.
He’s watching every move…
…as He stands at the gate.
He’s watching to see me choose…
…choose between heaven or hell.
And every mile away from Him…
…is not doing so well.
When He opens up the book…
…will my name be in it?
It can all be destroyed…
…destroyed in a minute.
While He waits…
…I ponder, while just as sure.
What will happen…
…the choice is partly yours.

12-6-1990 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

SNOW

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Snow… that’s what brought us together.
It was when I got stranded.
The roads were blocked off,
And in the ditch I landed.
I was freezing in my damaged car,
Praying for a way.
And suddenly I saw a light,
And then he saved my day.
He took me to the local station,
And had my car towed in,
And as we waited for the return,
We talked of the way the day went.
He made me laugh at a lot that day,
And made me forget my sorrows,
Then said to me before He left,
“I’d like to call you tomorrow.”
From there it all went so well,
And we spent most of the season
Enjoying the activities of winter,
And that is why I say snow is the reason.

12-5-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

FALL

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Earlier in the morning,
The sun is taken away so soon.
Yet only to bring the late night breeze,
As you’re warmed by the moon.
Trees release their leaves,
As they elegantly dance about.
And as you see through the empty branches,
You feel as though something has been left out.
Longer nights of midnights,
To await for the new day.
And as the morning dawns,
The clouds steal your hopes away.
Once again we must endure
The tragedy of fall.
Yet if you’ll take a closer look,
You’ll see God’s beauty in it all.

12-5-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For my dear friend Carolyn