Persuaded By Love

Persuaded by love, I live.
I accept and cherish all He has to give.
Day by day, I will trust
That He will be my strength to do what I must.
Night after night, I will cling to Him,
Remembering many hurting souls need to know He loves them.
Life is challenging, but worth the breath.
We should live to honor His death.
Every moment is a treasured gift.
We are here to love, save, and lift.
Thank You, God, for mercy and grace,
And for teaching us Your loving ways.
Thank You for being new every day,
And leading us all along the way.
Thank You for never giving up on us,
And sending Your precious Jesus.

7-12-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Cleanse My Unfaithful Pen

Do I still have Your permission?
Do I still have Your blessing?
Do I still have Your gift?
Even after all the misuse?
Even after all the waste?
I am sorry for anything I have ever
Written outside of Your will.
I am so sorry for writing
Anything that would disgrace Your name.
I am sorry for marring Your testimony.
You are so pure, so Holy, so righteous.
I am sorry for not always being
What You ask and expect of me.
I pray for Your mercy and grace.
I pray that You would cleanse me
And my unfaithful pen.
If You will allow me
To share of You,
To share for You,
And to share with You,
I would be honored and blessed.
Not because I am special,
But because Your mercy
Would once again testify
Of what a loving and forgiving God You are.

8-26-2005 Friday
Written By Gail Brookshire

Holy Intimacy!

Okay God, You convinced me.
I’ve been asking You to show me,
To help me see it Your way
When it comes to having sex outside of marriage.
I had temptations and asked if we were both single,
And neither serious or heartless,
Or we were just seeking comfort,
Why was it so wrong, other than being against Your law.

First off, it is against YOU and that is reason enough.
Secondly, I’m tired of having to leave,
Of having to worry about him leaving me.
I am so tired of giving myself so intimately to be treated so “formally.”
For the first time in my life I see how depressing for two people
To be so afraid of each other the more intimate they become.
How sad to never be able to come “home” to the one you love,
Instead of having to “get home” after sharing such closeness.

Intimacy should be shared only between two people who are committed…
Committed to be there when the day is over, when the night falls,
When dreams invade, when it’s time to rest,
When the sun brings a new day,
And when the new day offers a new set of trials.
Intimacy is to be a secret between two people
Sharing a life that only they can know.
Not exposed like a centerfold for the highest bidder,
Or to be stolen by the biggest player.
It is something to keep behind closed doors,
Behind drawn blinds,
Underneath the sheets,
And respected with privacy.
Not to be ashamed,
But to be discrete, honorable, appropriate, Holy!

Holy intimacy… that doesn’t sound like it goes together,
But it’s Your secret.
You try to tell us how to respect ourselves,
How to respect one another,
How to respect our God.
How when we disrespect each other, we disrespect You.
Yet we throw Your gift away,
Bringing heartache upon ourselves,
And blame it all upon You.
“Why do You always do this to me?”
“Why do You let this happen?”
How unfair of us.
You are the One who has tried to protect us from ourselves,
From each other,
From the world all along.

Holy intimacy is such a gift. I want it.
I want to make love with my husband AFTER he has kept his promise
And vowed before God and all,
This is forever and we intend to keep God first ALWAYS.
Not after he has made promises he can never keep.
I want to have the peace of mind to know it’s okay to stay,
Instead of worrying about the example or testimony it makes.
I want to know I’m with the one I have been committed to
Before the eyes of God and all our loved ones.
To know it honors God instead of betraying God.

I want a man who respects me enough to wait for the commitment,
Who respects marriage as God does,
Who respects our loved ones enough to give them that testimony,
And more importantly who respects God enough to want to do it right.
A man who doesn’t respect God can’t respect me.
And a man who doesn’t respect me, doesn’t respect God.
How can I love a man who doesn’t respect God?
I don’t want to!

Holy intimacy, what a gift from God to man.
What a pleasure to enjoy,
A treasure to cherish,
A sacred thing to honor.
I want it, God.
I want what You want for me.
Holy intimacy.

11-14-2003 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire