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 ❤

Holiday Bandits

Christmas seems to be a time a lot of people understand,
But somewhere get lost.
They are very appreciative of their friends and family,
But just can’t meet the cost.
They think they have to buy a present of great value,
And try to find the cash.
Crime is at a higher rate. Where is it all coming from?
You shouldn’t have to ask.
So please understand that people are aware and in love with Christmas.
They are just misunderstanding the value.
Don’t be too hard on someone going to great lengths for someone they care.
That someone may be you.

12-22-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

Home for the Holidays

Clean the desk, shut the door.
I’m going home to share
The holidays with family,
Where everyone will care.

I’m tired of fighting crowds to shop,
And waiting for a cab.
I want to see the Christmas tree,
And lights it will have.

I’ll hug my mother and my pops,
And let my spirit flow.
I’ll even grab my fiance
Underneath the mistletoe.

So off to the town of love,
One that I have missed.
I’m going home for the holidays
To share another Christmas.

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

I Turned My Back

Why did I walk away from You
When You’re all I could need?
Why did I let my love for You
Sink beneath my greed?
How could I ever deserve the one
That You have given me?
I’m just a coward running from
Someone who cares for me.

12-17-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Jesus, Help me to never turn my back on You again!

God Sends Love

God sends love and the world is beautiful.
God sends mercy and He saves the ugly.
God sends grace and the ugly is revived.
God sends peace and the heart takes comfort.
God sends comfort and the world is at peace.
How many more blessings from God I could count.
Everything He does is out of love.
Everything about Him is love.
He is love.
There’s no other love I’d rather have.
For His love allows me to love,
To be loved,
And to share love.
Thank You, Jesus, for loving me,
And everyone else.
You really know what love is.
Thank You for teaching me about love,
And allowing me to be a part of it.
The world is so beautiful.
God sends You to earth,
And the world is given salvation,
The world is given love,
I pray I’ll always show You love,
And share Yours with others.

6-7-1998 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

There Is A Friend I Know

There is a friend I know.

He asks me to be his lover.

He vows he cares for me so,

Yet he’s quick to touch another.

There is a friend I know

Who asks me to be her support.

Yet anytime she needs me,

I am not the one she seeks for.

There is a friend I know.

He says he’s always there.

Yet when I’m broken in tears,

He really couldn’t care.

There is a friend I know.

She wants me to follow her lead.

Yet wherever we end up,

It is our hearts that tend to bleed.

There is a friend I know.

He says I’m worth the wait.

Yet when I hold him to that,

This love can turn to hate.

There is a friend I know.

She wants me to be like her.

But she never trusts anyone

Because she only remembers the hurt.

There is a friend I know,

He asks who are my friends.

He says if they think they are

Then they should “be” a friend.

He does not make a vow to break.

He does not seek to hurt me.

He only seeks to love me.

    His name is Jesus! ❤

 

5-8-18 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

 

The Outcast and Forgotten

Lying upon the brown of a cardboard box
Lies a soul crying out in need.
Yet the voice comes from within,
For the strength and pride would never allow a cry to be heard aloud.
Food for the hunger of one who has not eaten is not even possible.
Oh sure, there are plenty of strangers around with their own bountiful meals,
But there is no thought, no desire, and simply no tolerance
With loving thy neighbor as thyself.
There will be not even a consideration of providing nutrition for
The hunger of one who has eaten so little, so rarely,
That the body is weak and ready to surrender to death.
Warmth for a flesh that is desperately in need of heat will not be provided,
At least not by any of the strangers passing by, or residing as near as across the street,
That are preparing to enter their secure domain of heat and comfort.
Oh they might think highly of themselves enough to donate a blanket to this charity,
But they will still leave the needy alone outside,
And the rain or snow will quickly endanger that advantage.
Wrapped in a wet gift of protection,
The body shivers and quakes,
While inside wishing for comfort,
Not so much from the cold,
Not as much from the rain or snow,
Not even as much from the hunger.
Companionship… just another soul to talk with.
Someone to share thoughts with,
To smile at,
To see a smile,
To hug,
To give a hug.
Just someone to make them feel like they matter,
That they can be seen or heard.
Someone to notice that they are alive,
And actually care that they are and want them to stay that way.
With this kind of comfort, they can die in peace.
But there will be no hope for this soul tonight.
Not until… the snow falls hard and fast,
The night stays long and holds the soul close.
Upon the ground releases the soul from the body and gives life back to the Creator.
God embraces the soul that no one else would nurture.
Escorted to a mansion by the chorus of angels,
The soul is taken to Jesus,
The King of the Outcast and Forgotten,
And is embraced by the one who will never allow the soul to hunger or thirst again.
Jesus tells His friend with a heavenly voice,
“Welcome to your new home.”
As God has seen His child to safety, comfort, and eternal peace.
He prepares to visit the land in which He found the neglected and rejected friend.
The first thing He’ll do is hold those accountable responsible for their guilt.
In pain for His mistreated, He will see that there is a justified judgment sentenced.
There will be hell to pay.
Not one of the guilty will be overlooked by the wrath of God.

11-3-98 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Western Carolina Rescue Mission taken with the fellow classmates and Chaplin of Montreat College on 10-30-98