Tag: 1995

Basking in the Heat

On By gaillovesgodIn 1995Leave a comment

How hot I am in this sun,
Basking as a loaf of bread.
The sweat all over my body,
Right to the scalp of my head.
A nice ice cold drink
Is what I start to entice.
Oh, but to endure Lake Lure, lovely Chimney Rock,
Would be ultimately nice.
The cool water twinkling over the rocks
And then my feet.
To have the water dripping from my hair onto my back
Would be a treat.
Gently, the breeze would blow
As the water helps it revive my flesh.
To sway as playfully as the cool mountain water
Feels so uniquely fresh.

6-1995
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Moment With Death

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Death had a moment with me
When I thought it would set free
The mother of my other brother,
Not the one of yet another.
But as sweet life gave her breath,
My natural mother escaped her death.
Raised her hand and touched my cheek.
Said death had came and gave a peek.
As it left, it whispered, “Life,”
“You’re a mother and a wife.”
Looked at me with happy tears.
Death has eased my deepest fears.
Moment of a test and trail.
Life had won with mother’s smile.

4-17-1995 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: assignment from Creative Writing Class, Spring 1995
Taught by E.N.

Jesus, You Are So Special To Me

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Jesus, You are so special to me.
You are everything I could possibly imagine, describe or picture.
You are my life, my heart, my soul.
I don’t ever want to let go.
To be without You would be to not have breath.
I would therefore die,
And serve a meaningless life of dirt.

You make me pure, whole, and brand new..
It’s almost like describing You,
But it’s about everything to do with You.
For You are a heavenly and Holy treasure
That only our God can create.
What joy it must be to be next to You.

How glorious the angels must feel to know You.
No wonder they make such a joyful noise.
How can anything anywhere close to You
Not be perfect and angelic?
How proud God must be of His only Son,
His righteous Son,
His perfect Son,
And His sacrificing Son.

I hope and pray You know how much I love You,
And thank You for dying for me.
No man has ever, nor could possibly love me as pure,
Strong, and unconditionally as You always do.
Praise God for You, my Saviour, my Christ~
AMEN!

1-21-1995 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Forever Loving You! ❤

Moving On from 1994 to 1995

On By gaillovesgodIn 1994, 1995, Uncategorized1 Comment

Lord, As I move on from adding my poetry written in 1994 to adding the poetry written in 1995, I want You to know how grateful I am to You for bringing me through such hard times. I’m glad You had me too distracted with life to realize just how broken and hurt I was. How deep, dark, and sometimes so evil those words were, but they were expressing the thoughts in my mind, the words and experiences I had collected, and the emotions I tried to push away with a pen. Thank You for coming into my life, my heart, and my soul… for teaching me of Your love and Your ways. Thank You for understanding my tears when no one else can… when the words get in the way… and all I can feel is my sin. Thank You for the many whispers of love that You speak into my life. ❤
Thank You seems so inadequate but is absolutely applied.
PRAISE YOUR HOLY NAME! ❤ ❤ I LOVE YOU, FATHER!! ❤ ❤

He Understands My Tears by The Isaacs

It’s hard to believe He still loves me
Knowing how wrong I have been
When all I can say is I’m sorry
When all I can feel is my sin
He understands when all I do is cry
He feels the hurt that no one can see down inside
And when the words get in the way I know He still hears
For He understands my tears.

You may not believe that I’m broken
For all you can see is my smile
Oh but He hears the heart that’s unspoken
And He gives me strength through each trial

He understands when all I do is cry
He feels the hurt that no one can see down inside
And when the words get in the way I know He still hears
For He understands my tears.

Oh when the words get in the way I know He still hears
For He understands when no one else can
He understands my tears.