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 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