Dear Rising Moon

I see you, Dear Moon,
Rising higher just above the trees.
You’re in an ocean of blue sky,
No clouds… just a cool breeze.
You move closer to the maker
From which we both began.
You are hung in His heavens
By His omnipotent hand.
You see from a view
That He too can see.
Can you see life?
Can you see me?
As you continue your journey
To slowly ascend,
Life is calling me to return,
Bringing our visit to an end.
Give my love to our Creator,
And let Him know I’m glad
That He sent you to say hello,
And for the time we’ve had.

2-5-2017 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Love Lies In The Hands of a Man

Love lies in the hands of a Man.
This is something I have come to understand.
He touches my heart and comforts my soul.
He’s the part of my life that makes me whole.

Love began in the hands of a Man
Who holds me with His nail scarred hands.
He knows I was in danger and that I would die.
His answer for saving me, “Love is why.”

Love lies in the hands of a man
Who taught me to walk, holding my hand.
He has given me family, security, and years.
He has placed in me compassion for others’ tears.

Love lies in the hands of a man
Who has a desire in his heart for God’s plan.
He was placed in my womb for a short while,
And has left in my heart an endless smile.

Love lies in the hands of a man
Who is something I have yet to understand,
For he is more than I thought God had in store.
I have never felt so loved and adored.

Love lies in the hands of a man
Who will give to me his wedding band.
He will stand with me before our Lord
And vow to love me forevermore.

Love lies in the hands of a Man
Who has given me all this love again and again.
For each and every man who has given me his love,
Has been a gift of love from a Man above.

9-12-1999 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Knowing that love lies in the hands of a Man

Patterns of You

Patterns of You go lovingly by.
Your canvas lies within the sky.
A majestic mixture of parts of You.
A darkened shadow, a beautiful blue.
Layers of light through layers of clouds.
I find a calming peace amidst the crowds.
As far as my eye can see,
You have designed this moment just for me.
I drift with the artwork You’ve sent my way.
I pause and listen for what You have to say.
Caressing my soul You comfort me with thought.
No need to search when I have been sought.
Never do You leave me when shadows come.
You are my shelter when life feels numb.
In Your arms I am safe to feel free
Of any fear that would threaten me.
Drifting in patterns of glorious You,
I feel safe to say I love You… and I do.

2-14-17 Monday
written by Gail Brookshire

Made for You

Made in Your image.
Given life by Your breath.
Created to serve You.
Redeemed in Your death.
My Creator, My God.
My Comfort for all times.
My Peace passing all understanding,
purifying my mind.
My Offering, My Sacrifice.
My Reconciliation to God.
My Great Physician.
By Your blood, I’m bought.
My heavenly Contractor
of my heavenly home.
My Soul Mate for eternity.
I kneel at Your throne.

2015 written by Gail Brookshire

Crying For Him

Rejected by the people You love.
Rejected by Your own family.
Mocked and laughed at
in Your times of trouble.
Heartless to Your broken heart.
How cruel to see them laugh
as You simply cry for them.
This is what we do to God,
our Creator, Redeemer, Father.
Yet we are quick to judge Him
cruel if He does the same to us,
after we have chosen to reject Him.
How ironic that we say we don’t
need Him for anything,
yet the thing we need most
is His compassion in our distress.
Crying against Him or
crying for Him?
I cry, Abba Father. I love you!

6-4-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)