Penned Through the Pages

Words of a Savior penned through the pages.
Salvation shared throughout the ages.
A King, a bride, a wedding invitation.
A Father, a Son, reconciliation.
Chariots of Fire, a mansion prepared.
Save your oil. None can be spared.
Baby Jesus, baby Moses, twins that fight in the womb.
False imprisonment, wrongful death, finding the empty tomb.
Baby Samsom, baby Samuel, my strength comes from the Lord.
Baby Isaac, baby Ishmael, sin lies at the door.
Do not fear. Don’t be afraid. Angels out of nowhere.
Fight the bear. Fight the giant. David is in despair.
Mother Mary, Harlot Mary, Jesus is Lazarus’ friend.
John the Baptist, John the disciple, a Revelation in the end.

2.25.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Following Your Light

Following Your light, darkness tries to distort You.
In a moment of confusion I pause to play it safe.
I wait for You to lead me with Your voice,
Or to take me by the hand in the right direction.
I feel Your concern.
I know Your sincerity.
Trust is what You are all about.
Yes this fear of getting hurt with what I cannot see
Is keeping me from moving.
I’m afraid something might strike me,
Something may be unreliable, dangerous.
You urge me to trust You and I explain…
“It’s not You I am afraid to trust.
It’s the pain I might come across.”
Slowly, a mist of light shines in Your eyes.
They are all I can see.
I look into them and they say,
“I love you. I never want anything to hurt you.
But for Me to bring you to a safe place,
You have to be willing to trust Me enough
To leave this uncertain place you are in.
I can’t promise there won’t be anything
Upon the path that won’t hurt you.
But I can promise you that I will be with you,
And will never leave you.
Your pain will be My pain,
And I will make My peace your peace.
Will you believe Me and trust Me?”
With my heart filled with overwhelming comfort,
I reply, “I will and I do.”
I take Your hand and step forward in faith.

2-24-1999 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

The Trace of Jesus

A roar and a tumble,
The fear is setting in.
Jesus is walking the earth.
Soon the fear will end.
A peck and a drop,
The years are pouring down,
Jesus is washing the earth.
Soon the years won’t be found.
A flash and a stroke,
The beauty of its force.
Jesus is touching the earth.
Soon the beauty will emerge.
A flood and a storm,
The event has taken place.
Jesus was speaking to us.
Now the event has left a trace.

8-21-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: the memory

I Want/But

I want to love someone who’ll be there for me,
But I’m scared to trust a soul.
I want to give my heart away to someone special,
But I’m afraid of losing control.
I want to share tears of pain,
But I’m too ashamed to even cry.
I really want to love someone,
But I’m much too scared to try.
I want to be the one they’ll trust,
But I’m too tired of lies.
I want to hold them when they’re down,
But I’m too aware of what dies.
If only I could find a way
To believe again in love,
I could experience laughter,
And pleasure could never be enough.

4-4-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero!

He Understood

Sometimes when we are most afraid of something,
We are criticized by others.
Yet, God is there to understand,
As well as to love us.
Like today when I was horrified,
I was being ridiculed.
Yet God sent me an angel to help,
Yet care about me too.
For as I was too afraid to do
Something I should have done,
Instead of getting mad or forcing me,
God was the understanding one.
He sent me two angels
To see me through my fear,
And afterwards comforted me,
To wipe away my tear.
And as I felt ashamed before,
Because of one who got upset,
I soon was overwhelmed by love
And my fear was easy to forget.

1-27-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Lot To Think About

A lot to think about…
in making so many decisions.
The best way to avoid scars?
Allow no incisions!
Yet the challenge to conquer fear
and stay in the fight
is much more the challenge
each and every night.
What is best…
and what can I actually do.
Sacrifice is worthless
if it only insults You.
Lord, be my Guide, my Comfort,
my unmoving Faith.
Help me to have peace
in my God given fate.
My weakness perfects
Your strength.
Help me to know
which path to walk in.

6-3-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

1991, The Year to Have and Learn

1991 was a good year for me,
even though there was just as much bad.
It brought to me the many friends,
as well as taking the ones I had.
It took so many lives of those
who were so loved by us all.
And even though their voices are gone,
I can still hear them call.
It was a year of helping others
and having loads of fun,
a time of many hard working days,
yet a time of lazy ones.

So many times I ran in fear
to someone in distress,
then turned around a little later
and gave my friends the best.
So many lights of friendship gone,
so many new and bright.
Once again, it was a year
to love and hate the light.
It was a year of touch and see,
a year of holding back.
For as many tears that built inside,
the concern was much to lack.

It was a year of seeing rock
come to awe my eyes.
For what the human eyes never saw,
it was more than a surprise.
Ninety-one was certainly long
and a whole new thing to learn.
For as many things that taught us to laugh,
many taught us to burn.
It was a year of meeting people
and accepting them for who they are.
Having a blast over anything,
and loving someone from afar.

It was a time to miss a lot,
as lives and events escaped.
They can never be replaced again,
but the future must be laid.
So all in all, as I can see for now
the year was a great success.
For as much as we wanted to live and learn,
we certainly don’t have any less.

12-31-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)