Present In The Pit

Bound by a chain of darkness,
I was a prisoner to my sin.
I had the best intentions
In the eyes of men.
Right in mine own eyes,
I could not see Your truth.
I was the queen of innocence
In my wayward youth.
Yet down from heaven You came
To reach me in my pit.
You took the veil from my eyes,
And helped me to actually see it.
Washed, cleansed, renewed by You.
You left the ninety nine.
Because You came for me,
I am Yours, and You are mine.
No longer bound by chains of pain,
I’m free to receive Your love.
No need for false security.
Your presence is enough.

6.12.2020 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: That You would come down into my pit of darkness and fight for me, even if it was me You had to fight. Tough love is a soul saver! ❤

Regardless of What I Can or Cannot Give

Searching as we walk,
I enjoy our time to talk.
Asking all the questions in my mind
That never seem to come at this time.
At a loss for words or insight,
You bring to my darkness Your Light.
I notice You have my hand in Yours.
Your love pours and pours.
Resigned to my silence, I cling.
I am so grateful for all You bring.
Regardless of what I can or cannot give,
You trust me with this life I live.

4-23-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Silent Music

No music please.
The world is beautiful in silence,
I so want to sit and meditate,
And block the world of violence,
I want to hear the sounds
Of wind blowing at a standstill.
I want to feel the emptiness
In the solitary chill.
It’s quiet in the room alone.
The darkness gives me peace.
It won’t remind me of a life
That found a way to cease.
Instead it reminds me of memories,
Of which I’ll always treasure.
And oh, the solitude of quiet.
It gives me such a pleasure.
So please. No. Don’t play the song.
Leave the radio off.
The music I really want to hear
Is the silence playing so soft.

3-28-1992 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Sweet Tears of Love

Sweet tears of love from the maiden of youth

born to give her all, but never to tell the truth.

A skeleton within the family, one who has his way.

He enters through the darkness without a word to say.

The only message that he brings is to shame her life with filth.

Someone save this dying maiden from the man who’s full of guilt.

3-8-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)