Young Girls

We tell secrets.
We laugh a lot.
Things of tragedies,
We haven’t forgot.
Best friends, twin sisters,
We really love each other.
But there will be a day,
We won’t see one another.
We play games.
We giggle at things.
We find songs.
We love to sing.
We play house.
We play braves.
We find an entrance
To our graves.

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: dear friends ❤

They Need Your Care

The headache, God, please relieve her headache.
His sinuses, Father, please stop his pain.
These people who serve You daily.
They have helped me again and again.
Touch their bodies, Lord.
Touch their lives.
Help them to smile
and bear their strife.
Give them peace.
Give them strength.
Help them to find joy
in You again.
My pastor and his wife
need Your care.
I thank You, God,
to trust You’ll be there.

6-4-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: dear friends ❤