Tag: guilt

In the Grip of Sin

On By gaillovesgodIn 19983 Comments

Sin… it is so complicated and suffocating.
Once you’ve stepped into it,
It’s hard not to sink from the weight of its heaviness.
The burden of guilt and shame
Can follow like a shadow in the night.
In a moment of sin, I walked myself into the dark.
I submerged myself in danger.
As I sank so fast and so deep, my soul cried out for help.
Too distracted to hear a call from within,
I held onto the hand of sin.
Together we kept me from escaping,
Pretending things were getting better,
And at times believing nothing was wrong.
In a moment of compassion
The Maker of my soul charged forth and spoke.
With His hand reaching to pull me out,
He rescued me from the bottomless pit.
Even as I fought to stay behind with my friend sin,
My God knew where my heart really was.
Just before sin pulled me under God said,
“That’s enough. Let her go!”
He took me in His loving arms and reminded me of this.
“It is when you disobey me that you need me most.
Only I know the power sin can hold on you.”

11-30-98 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

That Bus

On By gaillovesgodIn 2001Leave a comment

That bus… I lost all my innocence on that bus.
If only I had known where that bus was going.
But God and I both know where it was going.
I just didn’t realize what I was allowing myself to get into.
Sad fact is, I allowed myself to get into it.
How fast I ran back.
How sad I came back.
How nasty I crawled back.
And despite how far I ran
and how much I fled from my guilt,
the sin and shame
was all the same,
and despite the crowd
only I am to blame.
That bus… if only it were going back.
But I wouldn’t step near that bus if it were.
God help me and the girl on that bus.

7-2-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Sweet Tears of Love

On By gaillovesgodIn 1991Leave a comment

Sweet tears of love from the maiden of youth

born to give her all, but never to tell the truth.

A skeleton within the family, one who has his way.

He enters through the darkness without a word to say.

The only message that he brings is to shame her life with filth.

Someone save this dying maiden from the man who’s full of guilt.

3-8-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Repented and Turned

On By gaillovesgodIn 2015Leave a comment

So young and innocent, she has no clue.
What others will teach, she will do.
Right or wrong, pure or filth.
They pass on the pleasure that brings guilt.
No examples to show otherwise.
Every one is good in their own eyes
The sins are handed down to repeat.
She had not heard of who she’d meet.
Knelt at the altar to wait for someone else,
She is approached and told of a saving help.
Her eyes were opened, her heart broken
To hear of the love and tragedy spoken.
Jesus had came and died for her.
He loved her in spite of her.
Revealing her false innocence and wicked ways,
He teaches truth and the importance to obey.
Falling in love and falling in line,
He lifts her pen and has her write.
It will help her grow. It will help her learn.
She has repented. She has turned.

7-30-15 written by Gail Brookshire

Burdened by Flesh

On By gaillovesgodIn 2015, Uncategorized1 Comment

A head hung in shame,
A heart broken just to know
That she has pained her Savior
Or caused any woe.
So much He has done for her,
This she realizes.
She makes no pretense.
She has caused her crisis.
Weighing heavily on her soul
Is the disappointment of her Lord.
She was genuine in confessing her sins,
And intended to do no more.
Yet here is the truth,
that she cannot escape the flesh.
She, like everyone else,
Will sin until her death.
Only His word and His blood
Can forgive and restore.
He walks through life with her
Till she reaches His shore.

7-22-15 written by Gail Brookshire

Lost Testimony

On By gaillovesgodIn 2015, Uncategorized1 Comment

Years of ministry, marriage, and testimony
gone in a heated moment.
Years of discipline and faithfulness
completely stolen.
Stolen from a loving Savior
who will forgive even this transgressor,
yet it will be thrown in His face
by the aggressor.
Oh moments of guilt and shame
do occasion,
but they are always trumped
by persistent temptation.
How hard for those
who drew from their strength
to witness the weakness,
near or at length.
Yet how devastating
for a Savior who died
to now live and wait
for those who have defied.

7-16-15 written by Gail Brookshire