The Warmth of Love

A little girl staring at a candle
Watches the flame dance.
Such a beautiful and playful light
Has her in a trance.
The heat drifts over her
And makes her forget
How cold it really is,
As she enters into her death.
Suddenly the light comes alive
And embraces her little soul.
Her Savior has welcomed her home
With a loving hold.
No more will she shiver or shake.
She knows the warmth of love.
She is with her good and perfect gift,
A home with her Father above.

12.8.19 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

God, It Hurts

God, it hurts

    to know I’ll never see him again,

    to know he’ll never come back.

God, please give him back.

Make it like it never happened.

Please. Please.

    It just has to be a dream.

 

No, I know God.

    Dean is better off now.

    He’s not suffering or hurting.

    He’s gone. He’s finally at rest.

Please take care of him.

And God, I still love you.

    It may hurt, but God

 

life on earth will always be hard

    and painful a lot times.

    Just please don’t leave us.

    Please be real.

I KNOW YOU ARE.

I just love you so much.

    In Sweet Jesus name I pray.

         Amen.

 

6-26-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: my dear cousin Dean