People Are Scary

People are so scary.
They hurt you, betray you,
And change your life forever.
Whether good or bad.
They put on such faces.
A smile can hide a killer.
A wink can hide deception.
What does it really mean
To trust someone
When we really never know anyone?
It is so scary to trust,
To even know people.
They can be so evil.
And even when they are good,
They can come with expectations
That I will not be mean or evil,
And that I cannot guarantee.
That is even scarier.
I am a person.
People are so scary.

10-30-2000 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

The Power of Lustful Temptation

Dear Lord, how powerful this lustful temptation.
How on earth do we humans who are so weak stand strong?
It is so incredible what we will do to fulfill a desire.
It doesn’t matter in the least if we know it to be right or wrong.
How was this evil thing ever created to begin with?
Why is it so hard to fight it even when it is undesirable to us?
It is a mystery of the many unknowns I still do not comprehend.
I only know it is defined by all as a simple four letter word… lust.

Tonight I have been so filled with overwhelming emotion.
I have thought the evilest of thoughts just to gain pleasure.
I have even embarked up on grounds so Holy and sacred.
I have mentally broken the vows that You treasure.
I cannot believe the depths I eventually sunk to in my mind
Just to have one long moment of sexual satisfaction.
At one point I don’t even think I worried about discretion.
I could have cared less if caught or of anyone’s reaction.

As frustrated as I became over interruptions to my thoughts,
I do not honestly know how I refrained from following through.
I am in a never ending awe and an eternal thankfulness to You,
Oh, Lord, heal me from this ugliness that is clearly sin,
Please take from me this vile vision to hurt others.
My soul does not desire this destruction of my temple.
I do not want to sell my soul, or endanger any lovers.

I kneel upon my knees with a confession upon my lips.
I ask for Your mercy and forgiveness of this sin.
I give to You this battle of fighting this spiritual warfare.
You are the only way anyone could ever win.
I hate this ugliness, the evil that seeks to hurt souls.
I defy that which hurts my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
I rebuke Satan and his attempt to take me from You.
I will have no doubt in my faith who will win the fight.

Lust has had his hold on me and I have given aide at times.
And thought I am still only human, weak, and will sometimes fall,
Still I know that I can do all things possible through Jesus Christ Our Lord.
And that someday I will no longer be tempted with lust at all.

6-25-2000 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: I think it’s obvious.
PS. I am so glad God removed these temptations, renewed my mind,
and taught me to see things in His eyes! I pray that sharing this as
A part of my testimony of God’s work in my life will encourage those of you
Who maybe thinking you are too far gone, too vile, and because you
Are so disgusted with yourself that God has to be beyond tolerating you anymore.
God loves you and wants to renew your mind! He is faithful to His word!

A Portrait of My Lover

This is the way to live, to love, to be.
This is a way to bleed.
This is a way to kill yourself
And give the villain your help.
Standing in his spotlight,
You give him the right to insight
Of what makes you breathe and tick.
This is the way to enjoy the sick.
What would be an easy way
To find an escape… far away?
Surely you don’t want to really flee.
This is the only way to let your lover be.
Try, cry, and die again.
This is the way to your end.
Welcome!

4-14-1994 Thursday
Written by Miss Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: assignment from Creative Writing Class, Spring 1994
Taught by E.P. This particular day E.N. was substituting.

Eminent Rejections

Frosted warnings,
Evil mornings,
No one left too soon.
We were all at fault
For the inevitable fall,
Beneath the devious moon.
We allegate
The coming fate,
By allowing all the tears.
But never once
Ask for what
Could save the approaching years.
We specialize
In explaining lies,
Just for verification
Of the endless longing
For all our wronging.
We make the justification.
Well now have I
Found goodbye
To the one who taught me this.
I send to you
A wish or two,
To reject your eminent kiss.

7-9-1992 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Rising In The Evil

Good and cold within the dirt,
The evil man will rise.
He’ll play a melody of pain.
Which is none of your surprise.
He has the key to agonize
And complicate the joy.
He has no reason to compensate
To suffocate his toy.
Sorrows are a planning guide.
Tragedies are the heights.
No one could ever out create
The Spirit within the lights.
It’s only when the evening comes,
That death could be so great,
To save us from the games we play,
Before the night is late.

1-25-1992 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

God, I’ve Done It Again

God,
Well, I’ve done it again.
I’ve fallen for another temptation.
And all I can think about
Is how much I actually think I’ll miss it when it destroys me.
Why must I imagine such evil and wicked thoughts?
I am not evil,
And I will not give my soul away to anyone but You,
My Sweet Jesus Christ, My Savior.
I love You with my heart and soul,
Yet walk away.
Why am I so resistant of Your love?
Why does it scare me to know You care?
Why does it feel scary to be obligated and mean it?
Isn’t it OK to love someone?
Especially someone who loves You?
What’s so wrong with wanting to love,
And why is it so hard to do when You are so close?

9-6-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I am so glad You got through to me, Jesus. It took such a long hard road to fall so in love with You, but I am so glad You never gave up! Thank You, for teaching me about true love… in You! ❤ I fall more and more each day! Gladly so!

WANTED

In search of a killer.
He’s searching for you.
He’s killed many others
And he will kill you too.
You’re not very perceptive
In thinking you will win.
You’ll have him begging for mercy?
Well, you’ll be the one to give in.
It’s best to put your knife away
And dare not make him upset.
For those who are the innocent,
Are the ones to meet their death.

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
God knows everything!