Keep Your Concern

Pass me on the streets.
Do not say a word.
With the multitude of the crowd,
It would never come to be heard.

Do not say you care for me.
I’m sorry, but I just can’t believe.
And if I were ever to, soon I’d see you leave.

Do not lie and say I’m wrong.
It’s using common sense.
I don’t appreciate playing games.
I believe in protesting in self-defense.

Won’t you please take your lies,
And burn them in the fire?
For that’s where you’d place my heart,
And – cold as ice – is my desire.

Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Thank you, Jesus, for melting my heart! ❤ I love you!

Merry Christmas (1984)

That time of year
Has come to all.
To have some cheer,
And a time to recall.
To remember the birth
Of God’s only Son.
He came to the earth
As the only perfect one.
Jesus was His name,
And the star was bright.
With no warmth of a flame,
He was born at midnight.
They all went to see
And give gifts to Him.
They left so quietly,
With nothing in return to them.
For they felt the love
He had to share.
He came from above,
Where they all care.
And I know I do
Without any kind of fear
Because I love You.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

12-24-1984 Tuesday
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 just love you so much.

    In Sweet Jesus name I pray.



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

God Is #1

I’m sorry. I miss writing to You.
I just get so tired from working,
doing Jaycee stuff,
and being a friend, lover,
mother, sister, daughter, granddaughter,
and anything else I may be requested of in life.
But You, God, You are still number 1 to me.
You will always come first.
The only reason I spend so much time with others
is because of the love I have for You
and the love You placed in my heart for others.
Good night, Sweet Jesus.
Help me to serve You.
Know that I love You.
Be with us all,
and I pray for everyone who needs a prayer.
In Sweet Jesus name, I pray.
Praise God!

9-15-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)