If Someone Dies

If someone dies and their soul is taken by the evil world,
can that person come to their family and friends,
who are religious, in a good dream or way?
I mean their soul is evil or bad, because they must go to hell,
does this mean that the only way you can see them is through evilness?
Will this loved one or friend be used against
their religious family and friends to bring them to hell?
Will Satan try to use them to get his way with their souls?
I just wonder because of Dean.
I’m not saying he went to hell.
I’m scared because I don’t know.
It could be either way.
How do we know?
We’re not God.
We just have to have faith in God
and make sure we want heaven,
no matter where he went to.

7-9-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: Our family was discussed this topic upon Dean’s death because we had been taught anyone committing suicide goes to hell. I was confused myself then. In the last 27 of growing in the Lord and His word since, the Lord instructs me that we are not God and do not know if someone asks God to forgive them just before they commit suicide, or at anytime in the process. If I am unable to guarantee 100% that someone made it to heaven (which I cannot do since I am not God) then I cannot rule 100% that they did not.
Regardless of where a person lives in eternity, God’s word tells us not to have anything to do with familiar spirits, so I do not believe God uses or allows spirits to return to haunt us.

I MUST PROCEED

 

Rejected on the first try,
I felt like giving in
and saying I wasn’t good enough,
just because I didn’t win.
But in my heart I know I am.
I’m the best in what I do.
And I’m not giving up on myself.
That’s the worst thing I could do.
I’ve got to keep on trying
or else I won’t succeed.
God has given me a talent
in which I must proceed.
Keep watching for my poetry
to come across the world.
For I believe that God has placed
the love for poetry in this girl.

4-18-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: My 1st rejection on my poetry.
Whew! Did the confidence strength so loud or what!

I Missed Church Today

I’m sorry, God,
I missed church today.
I went out and visited with my neighbors
and heard them talk of pain.
When what I really needed to hear,
was of Your sheltering us from the rain.
I didn’t get to hear the songs
the choir always sings.
I only heard the wickedness
that rock and roll can bring.
I heard the little children cry
from something in vain,
where I would rather hear them talk too loud
as they’re corrected again and again.
I didn’t hear the preacher say
to do what we know we should.
Instead, I heard the encouragement
to do what makes me feel good.
I wish I had been there to give You praise
and give money to the church.
But instead, I was just wasting time
learning things that can help me burn.
Please believe me when I say I’m sorry
and that I wish I had been there.
I pray that I will be there next Sunday
and hope You know that I still care.

4-21-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

I MISS THE LOVE

Sweet Jesus,
I miss the love we use to have. It brought me so close to you.
Yes, I know I still love you and never stopped.
And I know you know that.
But I also know you understand what I’m talking about.
I wish I could understand these new changes that I’ve went through.
I know they’ve all been meaningful and helped me to learn a lot,
but I often wonder why it was allowed
for our relationship to grow so far apart.
Not really our relationship apart because like I said,
I’ve always loved you.
But what could have possibly been so meaningful
that I needed to walk away from the obedience I tried so hard to get closer to?
I know I never became perfect or anywhere near,
but surely I was doing so much better then than I am now.
As least I walked in the thought of your love
instead of what I thought had come to make me happy.
God, you are what makes me happy.
Ecstatic.
Without you, I am miserable.
I’m nothing.
I can’t stand to be alive without you.

7-7-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

I Made Him Happy

I made him happy and he smiled.
I was so afraid and insecure all the while.
But my love for him made me try.
I couldn’t give up and cry.
I had to see if I could
do something that was good.
So I went out searching and searched for so long.
But I couldn’t give in when things went wrong.
I just held on and believed in my love.
And sure enough found just what he would love.
What a simple task you say, to find a birthday present.
But when it’s for someone you love, you know what it really meant.
And I’m glad I kept on searching and didn’t settle for anything less,
because I know I made him happy, and to see his smile was the best!

5-7-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: My son’s 3rd birthday

He’s Dead and Gone

He’s gone and no one could bring him back.
He’s dead and life is all he lacks.
Why can’t we give him the breath to reawaken now?
I know we could do it if we could just figure out how.
Why is it so hard to discover the secret of death?
If we could conquer it, we could give him breath.

10-6-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Here I Go Again

God,
here I go again.
I asked for Your forgiveness
and now, I sin again.
What makes me think I have the right
to ask You to always care
if every time I’m going to run
just when You are there?
I want to live a life for You,
never running away,
but can’t even stay with You,
or find a word to say.
I’m trying to live my life by You
and hope the world will see
that even though I fall sometimes,
You’re still the world to me.

3-29-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Happy Birthday, Grandpa!

Grandpa, I miss you.
I wish you were here.
Tomorrow would’ve been your birthday,
a good day to cheer.
With you gone it seems sad
and I wonder why I’ll even remember.
Though it’s the later part of a warm April,|
it feels like the middle of a cold September.
I wish I could give you a hug
and see your smile one more time.
I’ll cry all day just knowing
I can’t even give you one more dime.
Somehow I’ll have to believe you know
how much I still love you.
And no matter how far apart death keeps us,
you can hear me say, “Happy Birthday” too.

4-23-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. written for my Granddad! ❤

 

God, It Hurts

God, it hurts

    to know I’ll never see him again,

    to know he’ll never come back.

God, please give him back.

Make it like it never happened.

Please. Please.

    It just has to be a dream.

 

No, I know God.

    Dean is better off now.

    He’s not suffering or hurting.

    He’s gone. He’s finally at rest.

Please take care of him.

And God, I still love you.

    It may hurt, but God

 

life on earth will always be hard

    and painful a lot times.

    Just please don’t leave us.

    Please be real.

I KNOW YOU ARE.

I just love you so much.

    In Sweet Jesus name I pray.

         Amen.

 

6-26-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: my dear cousin Dean

God, I Was Rejected

God, I was rejected for my heart
and it’s torn me apart.
I felt the rejection of saying
I wasn’t good enough.
But I can’t give up on poetry,
it’s something I love.
Even if I never win,
I know I’ll always write.
I just wish I could share it with the world
and make someone feel alright.
The only thing I know to do
is to pray to you and believe.
I can’t give up on my dreams
just because of an award I didn’t receive.
To all those who send your poetry
to any poetry contest,
don’t give up because you lose.
Inside you’re still the best.

4-18-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. This was written over the 1st rejection I ever received from entering a poetry contest.
I have been published several times since then, but as long as I am writing for God that is all that matters to me! ❤ Whatever He asks of me to do with the gift He gave!

God Is My Father

God is my Father and I am quite proud of it.
He is my Savior and I love it.
Many have tried to love me, but none have even rose
above the love He’s given me to make me feel so close.
Only God can give me peace within my aching soul.
He understands the pain I hide and helps me feel whole.
I love my God and am proud to say I do.
God is my Father, and the reason I love and live too.

10-8-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

God Is #1

God,
I’m sorry. I miss writing to You.
I just get so tired from working,
doing Jaycee stuff,
and being a friend, lover,
mother, sister, daughter, granddaughter,
and anything else I may be requested of in life.
But You, God, You are still number 1 to me.
You will always come first.
The only reason I spend so much time with others
is because of the love I have for You
and the love You placed in my heart for others.
Good night, Sweet Jesus.
Help me to serve You.
Know that I love You.
Be with us all,
and I pray for everyone who needs a prayer.
In Sweet Jesus name, I pray.
Praise God!
Amen.

9-15-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Deserted By Love

They left me.
God, they left me.
They just up and abandoned me.
Why?
What did I ever do to them?
I only loved them.
They just couldn’t love me back, I guess.
God, it hurts.
I’m only a child.
Why did they leave me?
Why?
It hurts so much.
My own parents… deserted me.
They gave their own blood away.
Why?
What did I do?

10-6-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

DEAN

Dean,

Your death was more than we were ready for,

it happened in such a hurry.

I wonder what caused you pain.

What would make you worry?

Your whole family was stricken with heartache

and destroyed by your deed.

What would make a loving heart

want to see his heart bleed?

Your friends were all horrified

to know that you would make

a decision to take your life,

knowing their hearts would break.

Can’t you find an antidote

to cure our ailing souls?

Without you to reassure us,

our world just doesn’t seem whole.

Find a moment in your new found home

to think of us and know

we’re waiting for that day to come

when heaven lets us go.

7-2-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Continuing Losses

Everybody is going to grow and move.
They’re finding their way to live.
They’re not even concerned with me,
or all the love I willingly give.
They’re going to carry on in life
and never see me again.
I’m so sad to know I’m going to lose
my dearest and closest friends.
I can’t go on knowing I’ll lose
every person I come to know.
I know we must live our lives,
but why must everyone have to go?
Cry, cry, and cry inside
to know they’re going away.
It’s like they’re dying over and over
when I need them most to stay.
I want to live forever with them
and share our lives together.
I can’t go on loving others
knowing no one loves forever.
It’s just so cruel to know that life
can steal our every friend.
It makes me want to make my move
and hope my world will end.

4-21-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)