Beautiful and Festive Display

Sparkles of light in the misty air.
Ribbons of color dance with flair.
Glitter glistens and shimmers in the light.
Snowflakes fall in the cool of the night.
The wonder of winter at Christmas time
Delightfully brightens the playful chime.
What a beautiful and festive display
Of the Holy and majestic day.
The precious Child born a King,
With Godly love and salvation to bring.
A path of pain and tears he’ll bear
To give the greatest gift to share.
Eternal Life is ours to receive.
All we have to do is just believe.
Join the angelic host in singing.
Hear the Hallelujah bells ringing.

12.8.19 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Alas, I’m Home

Alas in sight, I see
A home prepared for me.
Cloudless skies and stormless days.
Enjoying a view with a heavenly haze.
The voice of God clear and strong
Conducting His choir with angelic song.
Crystal seas glisten bright.
Streets of gold reflect His Light.
Familiar faces soon appear.
Some were souls once so dear.
Dearer more, now they are
Always a part of my heart.
Dearest yet, my Sweet Jesus Christ!
Waiting to welcome home His bride.
Friends for life, death, and resurrection.
He is my Greatest expectation.
Alas I’m in His Holy presence,
Basking in His Holy essence.

7.25.19 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Jesus, You Are So Special To Me

Jesus, You are so special to me.
You are everything I could possibly imagine, describe or picture.
You are my life, my heart, my soul.
I don’t ever want to let go.
To be without You would be to not have breath.
I would therefore die,
And serve a meaningless life of dirt.

You make me pure, whole, and brand new..
It’s almost like describing You,
But it’s about everything to do with You.
For You are a heavenly and Holy treasure
That only our God can create.
What joy it must be to be next to You.

How glorious the angels must feel to know You.
No wonder they make such a joyful noise.
How can anything anywhere close to You
Not be perfect and angelic?
How proud God must be of His only Son,
His righteous Son,
His perfect Son,
And His sacrificing Son.

I hope and pray You know how much I love You,
And thank You for dying for me.
No man has ever, nor could possibly love me as pure,
Strong, and unconditionally as You always do.
Praise God for You, my Saviour, my Christ~
AMEN!

1-21-1995 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Forever Loving You!

Praise His Name

Ring the bell, sing a chord.
Rejoice and praise His name.
Today is a day so special.
There’s none that are the same.
Some years ago in the middle of the night,
A Holy Child was born.
As cold as it was,
The love of the child was so warm.
Today people blindly think
That Christmas is only for presents.
But when you have nothing to give to those you love,
Does it still make sense?

12-22-1987 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For Jesus Christ at Christmas 1987

My Beautiful Ride with Him on 1-5-17

So much love and strength poured from His heavens.
His spirit lifted mine.
His warmth became mine.
His arms embraced…
and I allowed them to.
I embraced back all I could with my heart.
Though limited, guarded, and sometimes bound,
I was able to stay with Him…
to hear Him…
to listen to Him…
to speak with Him…
and it was good…
it was beautiful.
He showed me compassion…
patience… forgiveness… long suffering…
and insight… much needed insight.
“I’m sorry, Mom, for judging you
when I have no idea what you’ve suffered through…
what you had to survive…
again and again.
Regardless of what you did to me
and all that you allowed to happen,
you saved my life twice
simply by your example.
Salvation is what life is all about.
Health is what it takes to live it.
Thank you for the heads up.”
And then He led me down other paths.
Not all were pleasant…
in fact most weren’t,
But they were all part of
who He made me to be.
They were me.
He has saved me
through and from so such.
Even I wouldn’t believe my story.
Some days I don’t.
It’s a great escape.
But reality is real.
There is no escape.
But there is One who is always there,
in the middle of everything.
Whether you remember or not,
or just take a break from knowing,
He’s there before and after,
and the only ALWAYS with you.
Only He can give the power to those
who would hurt you.
Sometimes He does…
and we wonder why…
or are too angry to think on it,
too ready to give up,
or simply too tired to care anymore.
But when Jesus bore His guilt, grief, and shame,
it wasn’t even His to bear.
He suffered and grieved…
because He loves us…
too much to leave us where we’ve been
led, left, or linger.
He hates the evil…
the evil living inside of us…
and the evil given to us.
But His departure gave us something beautiful…
the Comforter that He promised us.
He lovingly warned that if He did not go to the Father,
that He could not send us the Comforter.
How glad and blessed… and loved…
my soul has been…
my heart has cherished…
my mind renewed…
since He came into my life.
Because of His comfort…
I can feel hope..
I can believe in hope…
and I do Hope…
in the day that God the Father
will finally remove His permissions
from the evil doers…
His tolerance of filth…
and will allow His Son,
to come riding back on His horse…
to fight for me…
to fight for them…
to fight for you…
to fight for us all.
No longer will darkness have power.
His Light that fills heaven so bright
that there is no need for the sun
will put darkness in its proper place.
Evil will be put in its proper place.
Designated destinations will teach evil
all that it unjustly taught others.
God will no longer allow the memories
to have any place in our heart, mind, or soul.
Finally, we will not even think of ourselves.
We will be so in awe of Him.
prostrated on our face…
in perfectly heath bodies…
that will no longer steal our joy..
and never again
rob us of our fellowship with Him.
Holy, Holy, Holy…
forever we will praise.
God, I long for it now!
Thank you for the Hope.
Thank you for the day…
even the unpleasant thoughts…
as You only use them to teach me…
to comfort me…
to remind me.
Help me to never forget.
And forgive me when I do.
There will be a day
when our mind is completely yours!

1-5-17 written by Gail Brookshire

Faithful Compassion

How incredibly amazing
does Your word remind us
how You are.
So many times You blessed
and forgave Israel.
You were never too far.
Despite the whining,
the selfish complaining,
the ungrateful hearts.
You were loving
and merciful
to not depart.
God, Oh Father,
may we ever
praise
Your Holy name,
Your Holy grace,
Your Holy ways.

7-4-12 Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration Psalm 78

Selfishly Faithful

How selfish am I
while I think I’m so thoughtful?
How greedy am I
when I think I am so giving?
How wicked am I
when I think I am so Holy?
Just because I read Your Word,
maybe faithfully,
maybe sporadically,
does that make me heroic?
Does it even make me obedient?
Does it make me hypocritical?
How precious is Your Word.
How precious is Your time.
How precious is Your whisper.
Yet I take each for granted.
How privileged must I think You are
to have me read Your Word,
to spare my time,
to be a good steward
of that which You bless me with.
Lord, make me truly grateful,
make me faithful,
make me Holy,
according to Your standards.

7-11-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My results in a bible reading challenge.

My Consolation

Congratulations! You have lost!
Now you must pay the cost!
But here’s a consolation as you go,
to comfort your humiliation on the show.
This how the world sees consolation,
but I see mine in God’s salvation.
Jesus Christ was sent to me.
Thanks to Him, I’ve been set free.
I was lost in sin and shame.
Jesus stopped that blame game!
He gave me value and Holy worth
when He came in lowly birth.
His sacrifice on the cross
restored me from the loss.
His gift of love and sacrifice
paid my penalty and paid my price.
He sent the Comforter to guide.
He teaches me while at my side.
Soon to Jesus I will be led.
My Consolation… life after death!

10-1-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Your Penned Treasure

Oh how deep a treasure
Your word is to my soul.
In green pastures or still waters,
You wonderfully restore my soul.
A comfort and care
no words could describe,
except those that were penned
by Your Holy scribes.
Refreshing and redemptive,
a new start each day.
Your word is life to me.
I seek ALL You have to say.

4-30-12 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

You Are Still Worthy

Tabernacles, sacrifices, offerings and more
are what use to please You,
but since the law was fulfilled
what are we to do?
Of course much is the same
in obeying You, God.
But You cry, “Don’t go back to Egypt!
Have you so quickly forgotten?”
You want a relationship
built on faith and love,
but You are still Holy
and reign from above.
Help us to know Your will
and allow us to be pleasing.
You are so worthy of honor
that should never be ceasing.

9-25-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)