A God Created Hymn

What a beautiful tune you sing little one.
I hear your chirp chirp and your tweet tweet.
Hearing you as the gentle breeze feels so cool
Makes this beautiful and quiet day a treat.
Caw, caw, your friend joins in your song.
A playful back and forth exchange.
I smile and listen as more take part,
And feel so blessed to be within range.
The sky is filled with many dark clouds.
Yet you too feel the light shining behind them.
The day is such an inspiration.
You have become a God created hymn.
How large the trees stand in view,
Adding to this glorious demonstration.
My awe struck eyes are simply amazed
At God’s personal illustration.
I feel His presence within the air,
And marvel in His majesty.
With each breath I take in
I feel Him living in me.

2-15-19 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

You See Through It All

Here alone with just You and me.
That’s the way I like it to be.
You alone within my heart and soul
Can make me feel completely whole.
When peace escapes my fretting mind,
It’s You I need to seek and find.
When burdens weigh my soul to the ground,
You bid me, “Come. Lay them down.”
You place Your arms beneath to carry,
Then linger still just to tarry.
When darkness lies to my searching eyes,
You help me to see through the disguise.
You light my world and set me free.
You smile and say, “My child, it’s Me!” 🙂

Thanks for coming for me! ❤

2-8-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I love You, Father God!

Silently Inside

Pain has come and pain has gone.
It’s up and down as life goes on.
Unwelcomed tears, still they came.
You must obey the rules of the game.
No room for fear. Nowhere to hide.
You can only cry aloud silently inside.

The voice will fade. The pain will too.
You must learn to breathe it through.
Trust the one instructing you.
Only they know what to do.
Leave those closing eyes open wide.
You can cry aloud silently inside.

Caught within a world of fury.
Self made judge and jury.
So much noise within the silence.
Penned beneath the raging violence.
Muffled within the voice that tried.
I heard you cry aloud silently inside.

Wasted life upon the floor.
Her Savior shouts, “They’ll be no more!
The life I made. The life I love
Will take no more push and shove!
My child, you need no longer hide.
I heard you cry aloud silently inside.”

2-3-2019 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
“But I will sing of thy power; yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning:
for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.”

– Psalm 59:16 KJV

Descriptive Action

Frayed mind. Short circuit.
Unsure of how to work it.
Calloused heart. Dried well.
There will be no crying spell.
Damaged weapons. False alarms.
Eventually disarmed.
Strategic boundaries. Fine lines.
Everyone hides behind.
Wayward sinner. Prodigal son.
In Bethlehem it was begun.
Tainted daughter. Alabaster box.
Anointing oil for His dear cause.
Rolling stone. Bright ascension.
Before God our names are mentioned.
Tender mercy. Sweet salvation.
We have received reconciliation.

1-29-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Written As Poems

Sweet as flowers that smell so nice.
Fresh as air that fills the sky.
Drifting as a leaf set free.
It’s all so beautiful to me.
Painted as a scenery of flight.
Colored as though there’s so much light.
Closing as the setting sun.
The poems are written. The book is done.

1-26-2019 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Behind the Wire

Struggling behind the wire, I pray.
I ask You to help and lead the way.
The glasses are on, with one free.
I try to resist closing my eyes to see.
I hear the voice saying, “Can you try?”
I hear the other voice say, “Why?”
Water rushes through my ears.
The sound is too loud to hear.
Did we go where You wanted to?
Have we started or are You through?

1-25-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

How I’m So Grateful

How many seeds. How many flowers.
I’m grateful for all the hours.
How many days. How many weeks.
I’m grateful that You speak.
How many months. How many years.
I’m grateful for all the tears.
How many notes. How many doors.
I’m grateful for the ones who are Yours.
How many reasons. How many whys.
I’m so grateful to know I will fly.

1-25-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire