God Sends Love

God sends love and the world is beautiful.
God sends mercy and He saves the ugly.
God sends grace and the ugly is revived.
God sends peace and the heart takes comfort.
God sends comfort and the world is at peace.
How many more blessings from God I could count.
Everything He does is out of love.
Everything about Him is love.
He is love.
There’s no other love I’d rather have.
For His love allows me to love,
To be loved,
And to share love.
Thank You, Jesus, for loving me,
And everyone else.
You really know what love is.
Thank You for teaching me about love,
And allowing me to be a part of it.
The world is so beautiful.
God sends You to earth,
And the world is given salvation,
The world is given love,
I pray I’ll always show You love,
And share Yours with others.

6-7-1998 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

He’s My Savior

Head hung low… with sadness so great.

He lifts my chin with His hand and says, “I love you.”

His smile brightens my darkened world.

His eyes tell me I’m special.

His arms are opened to embrace me

And I gladly allow them to.

No matter how bad I feel,

He is always there with a smile,

A hug,

A shoulder to cry on.

He’s the strength of my life.

He is the rock of my salvation.

No matter what I go through,

I know I can count on Him.

Many people can make me smile

And make me feel like I’m loved.

But no one else can make me feel like

They can carry me through it all.

No one can be my Savior like Jesus is.

A lot of people make me feel so much better

With the love, hugs, and kisses,

But no one is like my Jesus.

He is my Friend, my Brother, my Comfort.

He’s my Savior.

 

10-17-18 Saturday

Written by Gail Brookshire

Praying For Friends

Praying for friends…
such a much needed task!
Yet what a joy
and a privilege to ask
God to protect and provide
for dear friends,
knowing God’s blessings
never come to an end!
Praise to a Savior,
a King in charge.
Nothing is too little,
nothing too large.
God is beautiful
to provide such souls,
then comforts with prayers,
knowing He is in control.

5-20-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Home Can Only Be Home With Jesus!

Home is where the heart is…
That’s what they say anyway,
But so many people can’t be there
And are trapped so far away.
Stranded in bodies or buildings
So cold to their feelings.
Every day faced with
Such cruel dealings.
Lord, thank you for holding our hearts,
For living there too.
Home can only be home
When we’re finally with you!

6-18-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Your Poetry

Dear Lord, I want to live in Your poetry.
Your words are so beautiful, so powerful…
And when You bless me with them,
I am overwhelmed.
When Your grace flows through my pen,
I am amazed that You would choose me.
I am in awe to be Your poet.
I thank You for that honor, that privilege.
I cherish the gift to share You with others.
May Your message reach those to whom You want.
I know they have touched me often.
Thank You, Father God.
Thank You.
“Your poetry” is still the greatest!
“Your written word” comforts us all!

4-14-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Hold Onto Me, Lord

I struggle God and only you can hear.
Only you care when I shed a tear.
Yet even then, you urge I prevail.
You must insist I cannot fail.
Yet when a failure I feel I must be,
You send an angel to comfort me.
Day after day escapes my life,
Yet you seem to enjoy my strife.
Just when the load is heaviest to bear,
I find you have taken what’s no longer there.
Hold onto me, Lord, as I’m so weak.
You are the only one who knows I seek.

6-12-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Away From The World

So cold, I feel inside.
Alone, away from the world.
I’m constantly surrounded by others,
yet feel so isolated.
How can I relate my thoughts
to concerns of others?
Depression is so nasty,
but so comforting in a way.
Why do I feel so sorry for myself?
No one could do anything
about my problems,
except myself.
That’s why I try so much harder
to make sure I never learn
to eternally dwell in self-pity.
Thank you, God, for love, life, and reality.
You are all three
and I’m glad to be a part of each.

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