There Is A Child

There was a God and there was a girl.
He protected her from so much of her world.
It would take a lot of time for her to realize
With all she experienced with her innocent eyes.
For so long, all she knew was terror and fear.
Death, filth, and violence were always near.
But then her soul had opened to Christ,
And He would lead her the rest of her life.
When the time came to take a look back,
She would see God’s presence she never lacked.
She saw she was protected from so much
By a God who gave her so much love.
She was learning how to love Him too,
And praise Him with all His glory due.
There is a God and there is a child.
A woman learned she was His all the while.

12.20.19 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: God’s Love! God is my hero! ❤

The Compelling Love of God

The love of God compels me
To keep hanging in,
Not to give up so easy,
And remember His own journey with agony.
He, too, walked a like of discomfort,
loss of loved ones and family.
He, too, knew the betrayal of church hurts,
And being accused of ungodliness.
The man born of a virgin,
To die for the sins of the world,
Is burdened for me,
And loves me in a way
I’ll never fully know.
But I know He loves me,
And that’s all I need to know.
The love of God compels me
To love.

11.10.19 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Another Presence Enters In

Ahem! Ahem! Can you hear?
I sense your game of doubt and fear.
You start the same, assuming I play.
You’re not concerned with what I have to say.
But ready or not, I become aware.
I have no pity left to spare.
You set me up to take a fall,
Then trip my feet to hear me call.
You want me crying out for you,
And want to be my hero too.
But another Presence has entered in.
He says this madness has to end.
This passing a life back and forth,
Only to throw remains on the floor
Is going to stop this very minute!
Only I can see the value in it.
Step away and let her be!
She belongs solely to Me!

8-15-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

You See Through It All

Here alone with just You and me.
That’s the way I like it to be.
You alone within my heart and soul
Can make me feel completely whole.
When peace escapes my fretting mind,
It’s You I need to seek and find.
When burdens weigh my soul to the ground,
You bid me, “Come. Lay them down.”
You place Your arms beneath to carry,
Then linger still just to tarry.
When darkness lies to my searching eyes,
You help me to see through the disguise.
You light my world and set me free.
You smile and say, “My child, it’s Me!” 🙂

Thanks for coming for me! ❤

2-8-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I love You, Father God!

Silently Inside

Pain has come and pain has gone.
It’s up and down as life goes on.
Unwelcomed tears, still they came.
You must obey the rules of the game.
No room for fear. Nowhere to hide.
You can only cry aloud silently inside.

The voice will fade. The pain will too.
You must learn to breathe it through.
Trust the one instructing you.
Only they know what to do.
Leave those closing eyes open wide.
You can cry aloud silently inside.

Caught within a world of fury.
Self made judge and jury.
So much noise within the silence.
Penned beneath the raging violence.
Muffled within the voice that tried.
I heard you cry aloud silently inside.

Wasted life upon the floor.
Her Savior shouts, “They’ll be no more!
The life I made. The life I love
Will take no more push and shove!
My child, you need no longer hide.
I heard you cry aloud silently inside.”

2-3-2019 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
“But I will sing of thy power; yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning:
for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.”

– Psalm 59:16 KJV

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

Life Steps In

My adventurous life…
Where do I begin?
Just as I get settled,
Life steps in.
There is no getting secure.
You can’t play it safe.
It’s hard to see the whole
When life gets in your face.
Only God can bring us peace.
Only God can protect.
Yet even He will not promise
That He might not object.
Live and learn.
Live and let be.
I can’t help you,
And you can’t help me.

10-19-2005 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Wow… How negative I can be, but blunt.
God can!

SUPPRESSED

Curious of what I have suppressed, I wonder why I ever did.
Why would I be so scared and hurt, that I would keep happy times hid?
Something has happened that is sure, but what has happened has passed.
I need to let go of those painful memories to let the good ones last.
There are so many memories I do remember just because they were so bad,
So why allow myself to forget so much just because it made me sad?
I’ve already lived it and cried. I’ve already survived.
So what is it that I need to remember to get on with my healthy life?
And what if for some reason, I haven’t forgotten anything bad?
Why would I forget anything if forgetting it makes me sad?
I pray, Dear Lord, that You would release anything You may feel I need to know.
And if there’s anything or not, You would help me to let it all go.
I may not understand what I have suppressed, but getting on with my life I want for sure.
Be with me as I may not know just what I am asking for.
Be with me as I may face any demons that may be hiding behind any doors.
And if I should cross an unfair fear placed upon me by threats or events,
I pray, Dear Lord, that You would comfort me with Your love, peace, and Godly sense.
Help me to grow from whatever it is that has held me back thus far.
Instead, replace in me a spirit to know how great a power You are.
Make of me who You want me to be and use me for Your will.
I pray that others would benefit from what You have yet to reveal.
And thank You, Lord, for being there through whatever it may have been.
Just to know You were there with me, let’s me know my God is also my friend.

2-4-2001 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

I Step To You

For You, for me.
For all we can be.
I open my heart to You.
For love, for life,
For every bit of strife.
I ask what would You do.
I attempt. I try
To strongly defy
All that Satan suggests.
I witness. I testify.
I cannot deny
All that Your love does profess.
Step one, step two.
I step to You
And place my hand in Yours.
I stand in hand
With You on the sand,
And walk the heavenly shores.

10-30-2000 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

My Silent Rage

You think so much of me.
You think me to be nice.
You do not know the rage I carry,
And how I pay the price.
But that has got to stop right now,
As I finally come of age.
Thirty years too late I stand,
I storm throughout the rage.
The pain, the lies, the deception and games.
I have been the fool.
But I am not willing to take that blame.
I’m breaking the number one rule.
Silence is not my friend
When it allows you to crush my spirit.
You can try to reason why it is,
But I refuse to even hear it.
You see me on the ground crawling for help,
My soul has been wrung out.
But Christ my Savior has lifted me,
And freed me of guilt and doubt.
The evil are the evil,
And have no other name.
Regardless of what is said,
I will not carry their shame.
Your help is not sincere.
Your deeds are not unseen.
I suggest you give your please to Christ
Before the final scene.

7-26-2000 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Poem to Elizabeth Barrett Browning

This is a poem to my favorite poets…
Elizabeth Barrett Browning and God!
I owe you and God a great deal of gratitude,
For the inspiration.
You’ve give me beauty, love, and romance,
And a desire for my own writing creation.
Poetry, letters, and songs of praise
are the things I love to write.
Death, love, and sharing, as well as youth, dance, romance,
And the things the Proverbs and Psalms recite.
Thank you for giving me the gift and respiration,
And for the blessing of Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
Who I also thank for beautiful language
And inspirational love that
I would like to hope too,
will someday pass on generation after generation.
You both have had the greatest impact in my life,
And in my soul.
You’ll forever be the parts that make my poetry
Poetically and romantically whole.

3-15-1994
Written by Gail Brookshire

I Am Afraid To Tell ____ .

I am afraid to tell friends or others
About things that I’m ashamed of or regret.
I do understand that it’s the past, and that my friends love me,
But telling them things they couldn’t get past or comprehend
Can eventually cause a whole new struggle for me.
If I am over it, can deal with it, talk about it, write about it,
Or have anything to do with it myself,
Or when I have to with others,
I am quite capable of dealing with it,
Or living with it for the rest of my life,
Alone and mentally healthy.
My scary secrets, or simple regrets,
Need to go with me to my grave,
Or to the heart of a true friend.
Love life and let it be, it lets you be.

3-10-1994 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Creative Writing Class Spring 1994,
Taught by E.P.

With All Our Hearts

The following is an article I wrote while on a local social services program (J.O.B.S.) designed to help single moms (and dads) with children to go back to school either for their G.E.D. or to college to work toward a degree that would allow them to support their families, and no longer need government funds for groceries, rent, etc. I wrote the article as a college student and as the Associate Editor with the campus paper… Expressions. This article was written for the July 28, 1993 issue. Our Editor was also a client of the J.O.B.S. program, and added her note below. I do not know what cut her article off, but it was printed as it looks below. The article was also printed in the J.O.B.S. Newsletter.

With All Our Hearts
Written by Gail Brookshire

I would like to take this opportunity to give a much deserved and needed “Thank You!” This thank you goes to everyone involved with the J.O.B.S. program, for all their support financially, scholastically, and mentally. The J.O.B.S. program is a miracle in disguise and everyone working with them are angels in disguise. They keep up with my attendance and see that I am doing well, not to scold me or hound me, but to see that I am doing well. If there is a problem, they can see it early enough to help me through it and fix it, instead of convicting me of a crime and giving up on me. Why? Because J.O.B.S. cares.
Bill Rollinger is my worker and has been great. He keeps track of my attendance, grades, and basically how I am getting along. He repeatedly tells me, if I have a problem just to let him know. He asks me and other clients to call just to say “hello.” When I have had problems, I did so, and received help with a warm smile. Another wonderful thing is the staff involved are always working together as a team. Whenever Bill is not in, I can ask Diane, Dale, or any of the others, whatever it is I need to know or do, and they are more than happy to help.
Best of all the most rewarding thing is the friends I find in the other clients. As we pass each other on campus or at the “house” (Magnolia Building), we ask how we’re doing and if we need help. We often pass on helpful hints to one another. We love studying together and we take it seriously, and certainly, we are always mentioning how grateful we all are to J.O.B.S. for helping us with our school funds, child care, transportation, study needs, and our psychological needs as well. I am sure everyone on the J.O.B.S. program would like to say “thank you” to Bill, Heidi, Diane, and everyone else who works so hard for us. When we are all successful in our prospective careers, we will owe a big debt of gratitude to you.

NOTE FROM THE EDITOR…
I would like to take this opportunity to also express my Thanks to those fine folks who are the J.O.B.S. program. These people work really hard, with little or no recognition, and put up with a lot of garbage, all in the effort to help us help ourselves build a future for ourselves as well as our children. Alan McCracken is my case worker, and I consider him to be my friend. It is like they take you in as one of the family. I have said many times that even with all my grants and scholarships, without J.O.B.S. there is no way I would ever be able to afford to go to school. They are a constant source of information and support. Our hats are off to everyone who works for the program, and to…

Cassandra Jamerson, Editor
P.S. I would like to thank Glenda Anderson, Donna, Marion, and Ramona for the wonderful job they do in the Financial Aid Office. They work hard to enable a lot of us to be able to attend AB-Tech. My deepest gratitude to all those mentioned in this article.

I will be doing a blog regarding this J.O.B.S. program that God used to change my life on my gaillovesgod blog and will link it here. If you do not see it soon, please remind me in case I forgot to link it. 😉

Maybe It’s Time

Maybe it’s time to quit.
Maybe it’s time to move.
Maybe it’s time to stop believing
I always have to prove.
Maybe it’s useless.
Maybe there’s no point in continuing.
Maybe it’s time to stop the self-abuse
And letting others use me.
Maybe it’s got to stop.
Maybe it’s got to break.
Maybe it’s just the ultimate step
My heart’s been needing to take.
God is there waiting for me,
And He sees everything I’ve done.
It’s time to stop the filthiness.
I only thought I was having fun.
God has been very patient.
God has been very caring.
It’s time to give Him EVERYTHING!!
And STOP this wasteful sharing!
I love you, God!

1-30-1992 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero!

So Much Pain

It’s pain. So much pain.
It hurts so bad.
It can be cured,
The wait is what’s so sad.
We argue and fight,
Keeping our nerves on edge.
But for now it’s just pain.
It’s an agging wedge.
It’s so strong… the pain.
I can’t find a way to ease it.
Just to comfort the pain a little.
To try, is just to tease it.
It’s so hard to stop
The pain that’s persisting.
I beg for mercy or comfort,
But the pain keeps insisting.
Help. there’s got to be a way.
To stop the pain and make it go away.
It’s just so horrible.
It hurts so much.
The pain’s so hard,
My fists are clutched.
Please help me.
The pain is so intense.
I want to get up,
But my pain still wins.
It’s just an agony, a death it seems.
To steal my breath, to steal my screams.
It’s so alarming how I hurt.
But to try and smile, makes it worse.

8-18-1992 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. God is my Healer! My Comfort!