Revived and Refreshed

A book, a journal, and a therapeutic pen.
A life, a struggle, and a journey with a friend.
Pain, shame, and a fragile young brain.
God’s true word to wash away the stain.
Hardship experienced becomes a testimony.
God doesn’t want us to be a phony.
Personal words, private days, not everything is spoken.
God hurts when His children are broken.
Healing words, healing ways, healing from many sources.
The Holy Spirit guides us each along our courses.
A smile, a glow, a warm and tender heart.
God revives, refreshes, and gives a brand new start.
Open your eyes, your heart, and your mind to the One who gave it.
There is a life, a love, and a body, and God can save it.

7-18-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: finishing Caralyn’s Bloom journal

A Damsel Revived

Once upon a time, a damsel danced despite.
Smothered by darkness so long, she longed for light.
Discipline and expectations had left her scarred,
But someone greater was hidden in her heart.
Opening her eyes with careful attention,
He drew her closer to His dimension.
Strengthened by love of someone true,
She heard the whisper, “I love you.”
Held by a hand of genuine care,
He let her know He was always there.
Wounds that were permanent began to heal.
No longer numb, she began to feel.
Delightfully excited for the maiden’s new chance
At love and peace in a heavenly romance.
And as she finds joy in her life anew,
She shares His message, “God loves you!”

8-11-17 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Trapped Inside a Writer

She’s a writer, but she’s trapped inside.
She wants to get out, but it all just hides.
Her feelings are her emotions, but her emotions her feelings.
She can’t just forget them, they’re still healing.
What she can’t share, she wants to so much.
But she’s so afraid of that painful touch.
What if she didn’t survive? What if she couldn’t make it?
What if her heart was broken, she just couldn’t take it?
She would hurt. She would die.
Just to let you in, she could cry.
It’s such a risk to take the chance.
She’s so in love, but afraid of romance.
What if she trusted you and then felt the pain?
The wedge of the knife would drive her insane.
Just give her time, she’ll someday speak.
She’s dying to share with you, but she’s just too weak.

3-26-1993 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

It Is His Gift

To lay one’s head down
and in sweet peace sleep,
not worrying about tomorrow,
for one knows God will keep.
To awaken refreshed in peace again,
as the head begins to lift.
A moment like this only God provides.
It is His gift.

To face a scary moment in faith
and trust the ailing body to strangers.
When life and health are threatened,
and the soul even seems in danger.
To awaken refreshed in health again,
as the healing begins to lift.
The Great Physician restores.
It is His gift.

To hear the sound of little voices
praising God with His own hymns.
To be able to experience the joy
that surely God finds in them.
To take in such beauty
as the voices together lift.
Only God can perfect such praise.
It is His gift.

5-11-15 written by Gail Brookshire