Realistic Faith

No one is coming. No one can help. No one can take away the pain. No one can cleanse the wound. No one can wipe the tears away. No one can save the day. No one can call in the calvary. No one but the One who hung on Calvary. Only You.
Only You can rescue. Only You can save. Only You can wipe away all tears. Only You can erase pain… forever. Only You can set free the captive. Only You can cleanse the wound. Only You can heal… even the scars. Only You can defeat our enemies. Only You can defeat self.
There is no waiting for a place to belong with You. You have prepared a place for each of us just to be with You. There is no worn out welcome. No one is unwelcomed. All are wanted and loved with You. No one is ever a burden. No requisite is required. No pre-approval needed. No one else has the authority to set any standard that would cause one to be rejected. You have the final say. Only You.
Love. Life. Peace. Comfort. Acceptance. Family. Provision. Healing. Cleansing. It all comes from You. From Your Father. Our Father.
Open arms. Open doors. Open heart. Open grave. Open home. Open invitation. Open You.
No one. Only You. No waiting. No sorrow. Only tomorrow. Open space. Open You. Abba Father. Holy Ghost. Home.

6.29.2022 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Realistic Faith

Willing

Upon my porch of misery
I lie and wait for death.
My cries for help escape me
With every wasted breath.
Those who hear my pain
Evade, avoid, and ignore.
I am too much trouble,
And they want my reward.
Upon the porch is a pool.
Angels are stirring the waters.
The first one to step in,
It will heal that son or daughter.
God sees them walk all over me.
He sees them pass me by.
He sees that I have given up,
And no longer even try.
Compassion brings Him to my side.
He asks if I want help.
I express my desire for healing,
But cannot carry myself.
He speaks His life into me,
And strengthens my soul.
Because He was willing,
I was made whole.

1.22.2022 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: John 5, the infirmed man of 38 years

My Atoning Scapegoat

My Atoning Scapegoat
Has shed His blood for me.
He has cleansed me from sin,
And set me free.
Free to run the wilderness
Never inhabited before.
It is my own place
Prepared by my Lord.
I didn’t deserve this gift.
I deserved what He went through.
No one forced Him.
He wanted to.
It required His purity.
It required His life.
It required His blood,
His suffering and strife.
Yet to Him it was love,
And saving His own.
He did not want me to roam
My wilderness alone.
Slain in obedience
On the Last Atoning Day.
The cross opened the grave,
And prepared the way.
My Scapegoat has risen,
And raised me with Him.
I will live forever
With Him in His kingdom.

1.18.2022 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Leviticus 16-17, My Atoning Scapegoat Jesus ❤️

My Angel in the Pool

My Angel in the pool,
Troubling the waters just for me.
No need to lay and wait.
No one can take my healing.
The blood is for everyone.
The fountain freely flows.
No need to hide your pain.
He already knows.
The cleansing that covers
The bathing soul in love
Is a good and perfect gift
From the Father above.
No need for seasons,
Or traveling to an earthly place.
The healing that Jesus brings
Is Mercy and Grace.
Just believe in Who He is,
And ask Him to forgive.
He waits to restore you,
And let you live.

1.22.2022 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: John 5, My Angel in the Pool, There Is A Fountain

My Uplifting Light

Asleep, I walk the earth.
Darkness needing light.
I fumble through the trials
That keep me up at night.
Faint beneath my given load,
I fail to carry through.
The Light of Life lifts me up,
And says “I’ll carry you.”
He shines His Light upon my path,
And tells me He is The Way,
And that His Truth will strengthen me
Because He gave His Life that day.
He laid to rest my burden of self,
And awakened me to stand.
“No matter what I walk you through,
I’ll be holding your hand.”
Oh, Lord, when I can’t see,
Illuminate my sight.
I never want to miss Your whisper
Given for me to write.
The duty of my pen
Has always been Your gift,
But when the ink is heavy,
Only You can lift.
Thank You for Your compassion,
And for sharing Your Father’s word.
I believe and trust
It’s all what You’ve seen and heard.
I believe You Two are One,
And have welcomed me in.
Thank You for being my strength,
And for lifting my weary pen.

1.16.2021 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: John 3-4, My Uplifting Light ❤️✝️Jesus

Betrothed to My Betrothed

Betrothed to the One who pursued,
And betrothed Himself to me.
He has made me His beloved,
And my Beloved and I are we.
He has patiently waited long
For His bride to turn from another,
For His love is the kind of love
Where He will have no other.
How foolish my heart was to be bound
By false hope, false dreams, and false love.
How grateful I am to have found
A Dream Come True in Living Hope from above.
He has cast aside all that was lost
In giving my time away.
Now I abide in His mercy,
And He assures He’s here to stay.
No more do we remember
The before over beautiful now.
I am betrothed to my Betrothed,
And all He does endow.

12.16.2021 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Hosea 1-3

The Last Sacrifice

The last Blood Sacrifice
To cleanse us from sin,
To reconcile us to God,
And restore us again.
The last Lamb without blemish
To be slain for sacrifice.
No more blood on the altar
After this final price.
The last High Priest
On the last Mercy Seat,
For death’s last victory
Was death’s defeat.
Christ was the last Lamb
To die on the altar.
He saved the sinners,
And stopped the slaughter.
No more pigeons.
No more turtledoves.
No more blood
Because of Love.
The last requirement
Is simply to believe.
The last action
Is simply to receive.

12.13.2021 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Leviticus 1-2

Summoned Out of the Fire

Summoned out of the Fire
By the one who threw me in.
God has been walking with me.
He has been my defense.
Though the flames danced around me,
He taught me to dance with Him.
The enemy has exercised power,
But God was more powerful than them.
No stain, no hint, no smell of smoke
Touched me or caused me hurt.
He loosed me from my bondage
Without ever saying a word.
God sent His angel to me
The precious Son of God.
He has summoned the doors to open.
He leads with staff and rod.
The Burning Bush on the Mountain
Is an all Consuming Fire.
He turns the flames of His enemies
Into an ancient pyre.

11.12.20221 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Daniel 3
Hananiah (Shadrach), Mishael (Meshech), Azariah (Abednego), and the Son of God (Jesus)

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