Extra Hours With You

Extra hours and the pen keeps pouring,
This is too important to be ignoring.
A message from You is just what I need.
I want to be careful to heed.
My listening ears opens my mind.
This message is one of a kind.
Though told me often and very familiar,
I cherish all that is similar.
A love note from my True Love
Sent from our heavenly home above.
Treasured I am by my Savior.
In Him, I have found favor.
Held in the arms of His heart,
Soon we will never again be apart.
Thank You for taking the time
To reassure my troubled mind.
Extra hours spent just being with You.
There’s nothing I’d rather do.

8-29-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

2-6-15 Note to You

Lord God,
Thank You for being so personal,
for always being there for me.
Thank You for being the friend
everyone wishes they had
(and do if they give themselves to You).
Thank You for listening to
my ranting, venting, and complaining.
Thank You for whispering, speaking, and shouting to me.
Thank You for holding me
and emboldening me.
Thank You for helping me
get through each trying day.
And thank You for giving me strength
when it feels like I have none.
Thank You for putting up with
my crying, my whining, and my letting You down.
Thank You for forgiving, restoring, and rebuilding me…
to be faithful, strong, and obedient.
Thank You for loving me,
and for being You!

2-6-2015 written by Gail Brookshire

You Don’t Say

Days come and go.
Events occur and pass.
Many questions go unanswered
because they’re never asked.
The clouds are gazed upon.
The days are far spent.
No words are heard in the wind,
though I pause to listen.
Are You trying to speak?
Are You trying to convey?
Am I genuinely focused?
Am I waiting to obey?
Do I trust Your silence?
Do I trust Your way?
When You only ask for faith,
do I trust what You don’t say?

April, 2016 written by Gail Brookshire

Praying Before the Unbelieving

Praying before the unbelieving
When the unbelieving are paying attention.
When they are watching for the result.
Watching to judge your intention.
When your prayers are heard in silence,
Or silently being heard.
When they cling to every expression.
When they think on every word.
When they watch for your reaction
To the answer being, “No.”
When they believe “Yes” is a secret
They desperately want to know.
These are the times my God creates
To bring our thoughts to Him.
He is warning, confirming,
And reaching out to them.
Will they listen? Will they believe?
Will they seek and receive?
I MUST pray to the Holy Spirit,
Whom I do not want to grieve.

7-1-15 written by Gail Brookshire

Clinging to God’s Word

Clinging so tight to God’s word,
I cling to His heart.
I hold onto His promises
that He will never depart.
His word does not fail us
like we fail Him.
When He makes promises,
He keeps them.
Endurance, mercy, patience
He knows so well.
In His presence
I long to dwell.
Jesus said He prepared
a place just for me.
I believe so strong.
I’m eager to see!

10-26-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

The Bugler Is A Minister

Who would’ve thought
the bugler is a minister,
called to serve God
amidst the sinister?
Heading out to war,
he is to make the call.
It draws God nigh
and makes the enemy fall.
Irving Berlin
and all his songs.
God bless America
keeps us strong.
Thanks for the song,
the alarm, and words.
Such an awesome way
to say You’ve heard.

10-24-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: Numbers 10:9 KJV

Your Back and Forth

So scared to leave,
Yet no desire to stay.
Just going with
Whatever comes my way.
Scared to be alone
Even right beside you.
So secure of myself
But so unsure of you.
So caring and concerned.
Determined to drive fear away.
Soon pride and insecurity
Seem to wish me away.
Yet if I make
One step to the door,
You are quick to insist
Evermore.
What are you trying to say?
Why do you question?
What do you want me to say,
If you want to teach me a lesson?
Don’t want me to love.
Don’t want me to hate.
Don’t want me to belong.
Don’t want me to wait.
How confused your message.
How confused you are.
You expected me to flee
When you’ve raised the bar.
Imprisoned in your confusion.
I victimize myself.
I no longer escape you
When I become your help.

9-2-17 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Conversational influence

This Covenant

Lord, what about this covenant You keep whispering in my ear?
What is it You want to make new? between You and me? and why?
Am I falling beneath the mark?
Do I need saving? – Always.
Am I letting You down?
Do I need protection?
I wave the white flag. I absolutely do.
I surrender my strength to Your will…
my strife to Your strategy…
my sanity to Your peace.
This battle is beyond me.
I cannot fight it alone, I struggle just to fight.
You touch this soldier and say, “Go home.”
You want me to trust that You are aware, in charge, and on guard.
Your action speaks louder than my words.
So what is it? As You are once again on this subject?
Have I matured? Do I need to grow more?
Is it time? Do I need to be prepared?
Am I capable? I want to be.
A covenant is an agreement, a vow, a promise,
to be faithful to a commitment,
to trusting no matter what happens.
I want to hide in the shadow of Your wings.
I want to hold You yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Forever, I want to stand beside You,
and to have You by my side.
If this covenant is to enter another,
what are You asking of me?
What are You asking of them?
How can it not mar what is?
What exactly is what stands?
How do You see things?
How do You want things?
What do You desire?
You deserve so much,
far more than I’ve ever given You,
far more than I can,
yet I still cherish every moment
that I can praise Your Holy name!
Lifting up Holy hands to a Holy and righteous God.
I cherish just being with You.
You are everything to me.
I wait, Lord, on You
to show what this covenant is
that You want to make anew.
It is between You and I,
so I will wait for Your answer.
Love You… Amen.

9-1-17 Friday
written by Gail Brookshire

Crossing the Line

Leashes break and dogs bite,
so the speaker said.
If you’re going to play with fire,
you know what lies ahead.
Is that what I’ve done
in returning to a danger zone?
Should I not know by now
to leave well enough alone?
Are my actions of kindness
what triggered the mines?
Do I mistake helping
for crossing the line?
God is a guide
who wants to lead,
who tells me to kick the darkness
until daylight starts to bleed.
May I follow in faithfulness
while being gentle with all.
May I be present and ready
when He gives the call.

10-20-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
I wrote this 6 years ago. I don’t remember exactly what I was thinking, but I know it was to conceal my own thought while being brutally honest about surface material. I did a good job of concealing it from myself. 😉

Hand in Hand With You

You’re leading. I’m following,
or at least I’m trying.
You’re speaking. I’m listening,
or at least sighing.
Your pathways can be many,
yet one at a time.
Your lamp is shining.
Help me follow the light.
You’re teaching. I’m learning,
or trying to be discerning.
You’re guiding. I’m trailing
while trying to avoid failing.
Stay close by with guard rails.
Your perfect love never fails.
Hand in hand with You,
I know we’ll make it through.

10-6-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)