We Have Yet To Understand

Christmas falls like snow in the air
On a sunny and warm day.
Things are as expected,
God will have His way.
He needs no permission of the calendar,
Nor direction from the sun.
He knows how to do mysterious wonders.
He smiles for the fun.
The air turns cold as night arrives,
And He blankets the earth with snow.
He loves the delight in the child’s eye.
He creates a tender glow.
We recognize Your power, Lord.
Our seasons are in Your hand.
For everything we think we know,
We have yet to understand.

12.17.19 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

The Under Written Message

There was something I was going to say,
But now I don’t know what.
I was going to say something meaningless,
But I think about it a lot.
It could be something to laugh about,
Or something just to see.
But I don’t think it cared for me,
So I think we’ll just let it be.
Why does it worry me so.
If it’s something I can’t stand to feel?
I guess we’ll never understand
Why I’ve suddenly lost my will.
Someone save me from
the under written message leading me on.
I can’t think about this misery discomforting me.
It’s just so wrong.

3-1-1992 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Holiday Bandits

Christmas seems to be a time a lot of people understand,
But somewhere get lost.
They are very appreciative of their friends and family,
But just can’t meet the cost.
They think they have to buy a present of great value,
And try to find the cash.
Crime is at a higher rate. Where is it all coming from?
You shouldn’t have to ask.
So please understand that people are aware and in love with Christmas.
They are just misunderstanding the value.
Don’t be too hard on someone going to great lengths for someone they care.
That someone may be you.

12-22-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

Leaving All

Dying, I leave behind the ones
Who chose to melt my heart.
I leave a world of sorrowness
That destroyed me from the start.

Retiring, I leave behind the souls
Of endless cold deception.
I was born to die today
When I was brought through conception.

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

Praise His Name

Ring the bell, sing a chord.
Rejoice and praise His name.
Today is a day so special.
There’s none that are the same.
Some years ago in the middle of the night,
A Holy Child was born.
As cold as it was,
The love of the child was so warm.
Today people blindly think
That Christmas is only for presents.
But when you have nothing to give to those you love,
Does it still make sense?

12-22-1987 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For Jesus Christ at Christmas 1987

The Little Man of God Heaven Gave Me

My son, my beautiful, gorgeous son,

The little man of God which heaven gifted me with,

You are an angel to which I feel entrusted.

From conception you have been an answer to prayer.

How much I wanted you and for how long

Before you actually came along, you will never know.

Each morning that I awaken I thank God for you.

You put up with so much,

From school taking up my time,

To homework stealing ours,

And all the last minute cancellations.

You are so loving and understanding for a child so young.

You are wise and forgiving in the ways God allows for you to be.

You’ve been such a man at times when you’ve seen me experience heartbreak.

The little arms that have always comforted me,

Do so even now with such patient words.

God gives a lot of people children.

But I thank Him for sharing with me one of His most precious.

You carry the love of Christ in your heart.

 

12-25-1998 Friday, Christmas
Written by Gail Brookshire
For my 10 year old son Anthoni Brookshire
As his Christmas Poem for his present.