Drop By Drop

Drop by drop
The ink becomes a word.
A listening ear longs to hear.
The voice makes it heard.
Turn a page.
Lift the pen.
The lonesome heart
Longs to hear again.
There is a book
That never ends,
Because when you finish,
You rebegin.
The soul is filled
With peace within.
This is what happens
When Christ comes in.
Memorize a proverb.
Reread a psalm.
Find such love
In the book of John.
Drop by drop,
His blood was shed.
His message of love
Was written in red.
Pick up the book.
Turn a page or two.
His dying message
Was written for you.

8-19-2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Searching Through Christ

Tangled in a web of years.
Exhausted from endless tears.
Confusion and puzzles overbearing.
Loss of trust from so much sharing.
Hanging on just to let go.
Swinging hard to take a blow.
Struggling within a self created dark.
Upon a journey to find myself, I embark.
My sins, my guilt, my shame, my fault.
My consequences will not halt.
God is the only one who has seen it all.
From beginning to end, walk to fall.
Grace, forgiveness, and only His blood
Can restore in me the gift of His love.
Uncertain, unaware, and completely unknown
I search for answers, but not alone.
No one can live my life but me,
But only through Christ am I free.

4-2-2000 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Burdened by Flesh

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