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Frayed mind. Short circuit.
Unsure of how to work it.
Calloused heart. Dried well.
There will be no crying spell.
Damaged weapons. False alarms.
Eventually disarmed.
Strategic boundaries. Fine lines.
Everyone hides behind.
Wayward sinner. Prodigal son.
In Bethlehem it was begun.
Tainted daughter. Alabaster box.
Anointing oil for His dear cause.
Rolling stone. Bright ascension.
Before God our names are mentioned.
Tender mercy. Sweet salvation.
We have received reconciliation.

1-29-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

How I’m So Grateful

How many seeds. How many flowers.
I’m grateful for all the hours.
How many days. How many weeks.
I’m grateful that You speak.
How many months. How many years.
I’m grateful for all the tears.
How many notes. How many doors.
I’m grateful for the ones who are Yours.
How many reasons. How many whys.
I’m so grateful to know I will fly.

1-25-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Rising In Joyful Song

Following You, I yearn to see
Whatever it is You yearn to see before me.
Following close I hear Your smile.
I enjoy every blessed mile.
Continuing on we walk the way,
You tell me You have something to say.
You love my heart with You in it.
You’ve enjoyed every minute,
But now You’ve come to take me home.
We start to rise in joyful song.

1-25-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Unlocking My World

Locked in a world
That shuts You out…
Tries to scare me
And make me doubt.
I get so agitated
Or simply depressed.
I start to fear
You will love me less.
Yet You assure me
That’s just more lies.
Your love for me
NEVER DIES.
Holding the key,
You unlock my world,
And boldly proclaim,
“This is MY girl!”

1.21.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

You Know I Am Her

Serving You is my desire.
Loving You is my pleasure.
Just to know You
Is life’s greatest treasure.
You think so much
Of Your darling child,
Regardless of how much
She can be wild.
You tell her of
Your endless love,
And her home awaiting
With You above.
You know I am her,
And she is me.
You have come
To set us free.

1.21.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Your Last Warning!

Do you not hear?
Do you not know?
I’m so tired of
You not letting go!
SCREEEEEAM!!!
I’ve had enough!
I will not run!
I just give up!
I give you over
To my God.
What I lack,
He’s got.
Courage, strength,
The voice to be bold.
You do not scare me
With your hold.
As He hath spoken,
He will command.
Let her go!
Don’t touch her hand!
Leave her body!
Leave her head!
Who you think you were
Is now dead!
My child is strong,
And I am stronger.
You will torture her
No longer!
You’ve had your fun.
You’ve had your mourning.
You’ve now been given
Your last warning!

1.21.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Bearing My Burdens

How my soul drags
And drags me along with it.
I’m trying to fight
The urge to quit.
Ghosts of the past.
Worries of the future.
For all that I know,
I am more unsure.
Troubles arise.
Answers appear.
Why is it such a battle
To face doubt and fear?
Weakened by life,
I lay in despair.
Strengthened by Christ,
My burdens I bear.

1-12-2019 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire