My Seaside Sailor

A seaside sermon with the parable teller,
I listen to the seaside sailor.
He’s sowing seeds and planting wisdom
To grow and further His Father’s kingdom.
The Holy Spirit has tilled my soil.
With every word, I become loyal.
“I hear. I hear. Help me hear more!
Tell me all God has in store.
I want the seed that bears good fruit.
I want my branch planted in Your root.”
The seaside sermon draws me in.
It makes me want to follow Him.
I board the boat and ride the waves.
The storms begin to test my faith.
Though fears and doubts may arise,
He’ll calm the seas and clear the skies.
Captain Jesus sails me on.
He’s at the helm all the way home.

8.28.2021 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Mark 4

Wounded for Me

Wounded for me, You bore my pain.
The Lamb of God was brutally slain.
You left Your home to come to me,
Only to face cruelty.
Your flesh bore my punishment hard
Because You were willing to go that far.
Your wounds were many, Your friends few,
All to express, “I love you.”
The Son of God suffered a cruel and miserable end,
And still calls me His friend.
Wounded for my transgression, He has borne my grief.
With His Selfless Love, He has sealed my belief.
Rooted in Christ, I abide in the Vine.
The Wounded Branch is a Friend of mine.

8.27.2021 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Zechariah 13:6

My Wounded Branch

Oh the wounds that You received
While visiting our house.
That was so sad and unfair,
I feel like such a louse.
That we would wound the Branch
That came to save us from ourselves.
You knew what would happen,
And still willingly came to help.
Our pain and suffering
You gladly bore,
That Your joy might remain in us,
And abound abundantly more.
Oh the vast love of God and His Son
Could never be justly measured,
Yet it certainly should be reverenced,
And wisely treasured.
Thank You, Wounded Branch,
For calling me Your friend.
Thank You for being a Faithful One
On which I can depend.

8.27.2021 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Zechariah 13:6 and John 15:13-15

One Choice to Make

The choice of one
To simply obey,
To show I believe
In what You say.
The blessings that flow
From one to another.
Favor inherited
From brother to brother.
The choice of one
To simply disobey,
To blatantly disregard
What You have to say.
Consequences that flow
From one to another.
Curses inherited
From brother to brother.
Choices we make
Can affect each other.
Blessings or consequences,
We pass to another.

8.5.2021 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Abraham, Joshua, Moses, Jesus, and the Children of Israel

Reconciled By Love

From the moment You found me
And introduce me to Your love,
I have been a child of the King
And bound for my home above.
In mercy You reached down to me,
In the depth of my ugly sin.
You opened Your precious vein
And let Your cleansing blood pour in.
Rescued by my Savior,
I find in Your eyes.
You teach me to do good,
And evil to despise.
For by Your death,
We were reconciled.
We were made Holy.
There is no more guile.
For it was life, Your resurrected life
That gave me a choice.
I gladly accept
And lift up my voice.
“Yours! I’m Yours!
And You are mine!
Thank You for being
So loving and kind!”

8-20-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Savior Jesus Christ! ❤

Arms of Love

Bound by the Arms of Love,
My insecurities secure.
Those Arms of Love comfort me,
And help me to endure.
Wrapped in the Arms of God’s Love,
I long to linger with Him.
When it’s hard to face my realities,
He says, “We’ll deal with them.”
The Arms of Love embrace me,
And strengthen me when I’m weak.
I find my voice in the Arms of Love,
And find the courage to speak.
“Oh, Arms of Love, how grateful I am
That You would lift and hold me.
Being in Your Arms of Love
Has been the character to mold me.
Laying my head to rest in Your Arms of Love
Brings peace deep within.
I love being in Your Arms of Love
Again and again and again!”

7-27-2019 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Love That Loves

A love that loves the way love loves
Is the love I have with You.
There are no more guessing games.
Your love is pure and true.
The world keeps searching,
And telling what they require.
But You and You alone
Are all I ever desire.
Earthly love is filled with disappointment
And promises to be broken.
Som many love languages
Only leaves love unspoken.
But every vow of love
I hear You speak
Is witnessed when
You share strength with the weak.
You’re love forever.
I stay with You.
No other love
Could ever do!

7-22-2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

You Know I Am Her

Serving You is my desire.
Loving You is my pleasure.
Just to know You
Is life’s greatest treasure.
You think so much
Of Your darling child,
Regardless of how much
She can be wild.
You tell her of
Your endless love,
And her home awaiting
With You above.
You know I am her,
And she is me.
You have come
To set us free.

1.21.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

My Faithful Prince of Peace

Shutter… I shake an inward concern.
My how your fear invades.
To give voice to your presence,
Terror cascades.
And therein lies the flaw.
The key to the guarded gate.
But there is a warrior
Who anticipated this fate.
He is strong and very present.
Shielded with armor in hand.
He will not allow entrance
To this promised land.
This is a place
That He promised me.
I am safe to be unguarded.
I am safe to be free.
Weapon dismantled,
You are cast to your knees.
I have been protected
By my Faithful Prince of Peace.

1-11-2017 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: a safe place

In The Arms of God

Here is where I’d rather be
Than any place in the whole wide world.
Just look at those children playing.
They’re so happy.
They have no worries in the world,
And they never will.
Our Father will see to that.
See the rainbow above that beautiful set of clouds
So puffy and white?
That’s His promise He has always kept.
He came back after us,
And brought us to our mansions.
Why would I lose faith in Him now?
From the moment He took my small hand
Into His big, warm, and gentle hand,
And led me down streets of gold,
To my long missed family and friends,
I’ve cried so many tears of joy.
Many said we’d never shed another tear,
But maybe they forgot how wonderful He can be.
After all, tears are beautiful too.
When my mom and dad held me again,
And I got to love my granddad
Without the fear of losing him,
Or forgetting his face,
My heart just melted.
And oh, the most beautiful moment of that day
Was when I met my brother
I had never met before…
My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!
Here is where I’d rather be
Than any place in the whole wide world…
In the arms of God.

Written by Gail Brookshire

Thank You For Spending Time With Me

Thank You for spending time with me today.
We had a really nice visit.
I’m so glad I did not walk away from You.
I would have missed it.
With You at my side I felt at peace.
I was glad You were riding with me.
We had such wonderful thoughts.
I really enjoyed Your company.
The breeze was gentle within my hair.
The mountains were a beautiful view.
Clear skies encouraged the sun to shine,
And I felt so in love with You.
How considerate and thoughtful You were
To smile and give me hope.
You built me up and gave me courage
To know that I could cope.
Alas the music was playing so sweet.
The song fit the moment.
I sang along in a message You sang to me,
“I’ll Lead You Home.”
Thank You for making me feel special, Lord.
Thank You for spending time with me.
I hope to spend more time with You.
Jesus, You make me happy.

9-13-1999 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Riding home with Jesus from school

Love Lies In The Hands of a Man

Love lies in the hands of a Man.
This is something I have come to understand.
He touches my heart and comforts my soul.
He’s the part of my life that makes me whole.

Love began in the hands of a Man
Who holds me with His nail scarred hands.
He knows I was in danger and that I would die.
His answer for saving me, “Love is why.”

Love lies in the hands of a man
Who taught me to walk, holding my hand.
He has given me family, security, and years.
He has placed in me compassion for others’ tears.

Love lies in the hands of a man
Who has a desire in his heart for God’s plan.
He was placed in my womb for a short while,
And has left in my heart an endless smile.

Love lies in the hands of a man
Who is something I have yet to understand,
For he is more than I thought God had in store.
I have never felt so loved and adored.

Love lies in the hands of a man
Who will give to me his wedding band.
He will stand with me before our Lord
And vow to love me forevermore.

Love lies in the hands of a Man
Who has given me all this love again and again.
For each and every man who has given me his love,
Has been a gift of love from a Man above.

9-12-1999 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Knowing that love lies in the hands of a Man

In Love With the Man of My Life

Living a normal life, I come across a man.
A man so beautiful and mysterious, so mysterious but beautiful.
He’s everything I’ve dreamed of, everything I want and more.
He offers me all the happiness in the world.
And anything I could possibly want for.
How can I resist Him?
So many are in love with Him,
And yet I throw Him away with both hands.
The more I hurt Him, the more He loves me,
And goes to such great lengths to prove it.

There is no denying I love Him. I have done that for so long.
But, I am struggling to know I am so insecure with myself that I’m afraid to trust Him.
Why should I give my life or my love to any man?
Is there one worth it?
Yes, there is. He is.
I can no longer resist Him. I can no longer run away,
Or throw away a paradise right within my reach.

He is so good to me.
He loves me fat too much to ever think of hurting me.
Why He’s give His own life for me to assure that nothing or nobody will ever cause me harm.
He professes His love and concern for me to His Father in time and time again.
I have been made apart of their family.
And no other man has ever given this kind of peace feeling?
My heart is serene, calm, and so tranquil.
I can no longer turn him away,

Jesus, I’m Yours.
I am so in love with You.
I love You today, tomorrow, and will every heavenly moment we share together.
Thank You for Your kindness, patience, and understanding.
I am so undeserving.
I love You and our Father always.
Thank You for Your love and sacrifice!!
I am so indebted to You,
Yours in Love,

Miss Gail Brookshire
5-19-18 Monday
Inspiration: For the man with Whom with whom I am in love with and remain faithful to every day, my Sweet Jesus.

In a Work of Art

Jesus… He was there.
He was nailed to the cross.
Yet now He’s alive and well.
There was never any loss.
The blood He shed upon the tree,
Was the blood to wash you clean.
All you have to do is believe,
And you’ll know what I mean.
Please take a moment to
Open up you bible.
It’s a novel of love,
Not just a pretty title.

12-7-1990 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

He Is a Friend

In many troubles in my life,
I’ve searched the world for friends.
And every time I stumbled harder,
I’d see I was alone again.
But it seems I’ve seen the truth
Of what a friend should be,
And with the things it takes to be,
Only God is a friend to me.
Only Jesus can erase the pain
And tell you what’s right for you.
It’s only God that can know your heart.
Only He can see you through.
Many times before I thought
I would die alone in the end.
But when I turned to God for help.
I saw that He is a friend.

1-27-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I love You, God!
PSS. So glad gave me a new outlook on friendship, and many blessed souls in Christ to call a friend… especially Jesus! What a Friend We Have in Jesus ❤