Without, Jesus, There’s No Gain

Words can be so easy to throw around.
People can be so easy to object.
But offended or not, the Bible is clear.
If you are not saved, God will reject.
His Son died on a cross for you.
He bore your guilt and pain.
How could anyone possibly think
That without Jesus, there would be gain?
God did not allow His Son to die for amusement,
He did not permit it just to entertain.
He allowed it to save His lost children
Before His Son comes again.
Please open your heart to Jesus.
He loves you more than you know.
If you will give your soul to Him,
He will never let go.

10-19-2005 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Jesus, Please Save My Best Friend

Jesus, my best friend is not saved.
She does not want to be saved.
She does not think it matters,
And therefore does not care.
She thinks it will all work out in the end,
And that if it doesn’t
That it is not worth being so miserable now
Just to get into heaven later.
She honestly thinks living for You
Will make her so miserable,
And she has no desire
To give up things she loves for You.
I have prayed for her so long.
I have tried to be a good example.
Where I have failed her,
I have prayed for Your working hand.
Still, she says no to You.
I am scared of losing her.
I am scared of You losing her.
You died for her.
Please, Jesus, help her to love You.

7-27-2004 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Brokenhearted for My Friends

Jesus, my Friend, I come to You.
Brokenhearted over friends, family, and coworkers
Lost without You.
Living outside of Your love.
I can’t make them be saved.
I can’t make them fall in love with You.
I can’t make them repent.
I can’t even make them admit they sin.
That is completely between You and them.
I just so wish they would find
Their own special relationship with You.
I want them to know the Love I’ve known.
The Friend I have known.
And the peace You give to me.
I pray for them all, Jesus.
I pray for Your sake, for Your glory.
In Your name, I pray. Amen

6-30-2003 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Embraced By Wonder

God, am I too dirty?
Am I too stained?
Are there too many consequences
That are always to remain?
I was born in sin,
Then embraced its pleasure.
Now my guilt and shame
Rob me of Your treasure.
Life is not over.
You have me still here.
Help me to understand.
Make my purpose clear.
In Jesus name I pray.
Amen,

4-23-2003 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Thank You, God, for helping me to KNOW
I am now and will always be Yours!

The Harvest Has Yet to Be Sorted

Many accounted pains have placed our hearts in the hand of a God who is believed to be squeezing the life out of us with His mighty grip,
Yet they are the very things that God Himself has tried to warn us of doing or has so lovingly been patient with us as long as He could in our disobedience.
Choices are a gift of love… God seems to understand that,
But we seem to think that the gift to choose our lives means until we damage what we can no longer control, then God will restore for us what we only continue to destroy again.
A sacrifice of love is no longer even an issue for so many.
They actually feel they live on a cross every day, taking on the world’s sin and ugliness, only to be sent to their graves at an early age.
They have no idea the misconception so unfortunately built on a theory that “everything is God’s fault.”
They have no consideration that the very suffering laid upon each generation is a direct result of the sinful choices chosen is generations past.
There is no thought of a man who allowed His Son to experience violence, murder, abuse, mockery, and unspeakable sufferings that we have yet to thank God for what we can not even imagine.
This man in heaven “chose” to allow His Son to make that “choice” for Himself.
And His Son displayed His Father’s wisdom, love, grace, and mercifulness.
Many would turn and reject Him and His Father, as they do now, and yet still the crucifixion took place.
Despite the act of love, we still blame God for what we are too selfish to do ourselves in helping, loving one another, and saving the world in what opportunities given… “entrusted” to us.
We think we have seen it all when tragedy strikes us, yet we forget… we don’t even give thought to the God who has seen suffering and tragedy from the moment Eve grieved herself into temptation to the future violence in our streets this world has yet to really endure.
So many people who claim to know this loving God and His Son spend hours and quality moments of God-given time arguing of the proper way, the only way, and the denominational way of sharing a message that they are “too righteous” to understand.
In determination that this urgent message of love be given in the “only way they believe in” they waste and destroy so many lost lives standing right in front of them with a broken and open heart longing to know of such a love as this God.
The role of women is tossed back and forth and so debated upon that children don’t even hear the point of why men or women are here upon this earth.
How “on earth” can they find their own place in life?
Knees… our open altars to a Holy Spirit who waits for even one soul to adhere to the “comforter” that Jesus Christ left behind for peace and direction,
And yet they greatest cry is still, “who will comfort us, who will guide us, who will be our God?”
From the beginning to the end, we will continue to roam the wilderness in search of our manna.
But the soul will never be fully fed, until the Great Harvest, when the Planter shall gather what He has grown.
Will you be ready for the season, or will your roots have been too damaged by your environment?

8-16-1999 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Dying Alive, We Tried to Fight

Confusion, people.
It’s not so simple.
The reason why
We build the temple.
We fight with might to save the night.
And dare the one who said, “Let’s fight.”

The child alive, the child inside.
Will it live, or will it die?

See, see. I cannot see.
What’s to come or what’s to be.
Can you help me – Guess not? Oh well.
Oh no, We’re going to hell.

Help, help. I lost myself.
I cannot find the timing belt.
Calling far, calling near.
Calling for someone to hear.
We lost the race. We lost the fight.
We do not need. We lost our right.

Hate, hate. I believe it’s too late.
I tried to love, but we only debate.

Keep it coming, keep it going.
What’s the point? We’re only growing.
See the need and feel the bleed.
It’s not the sex, it’s your inner greed.

Watch, watch. It’s at the top.
It’s getting ready to fall.
I cannot see your coming grave
When the covering is too small.
Help, help. I’m going to.
I loved the right to fight for you.
But now it’s over and we are dead.
It was all a game, but I enjoyed the thread.
Get it? Get ahead.

9-23-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire

Tastefully Disgraceful

I must lay to rest my writing,
At least just for awhile.
For I have lost my way.
I’m lost within the smile.
Friends and loved ones are concerned
About my farewell now.
And I’m most glad they’re noticing
The troubles I found somehow.
For morals are of a Godly world,
And that is what I’m after.
But with every tempting flaw,
I surrender to disaster.
May I please ask of you,
Of anyone with whom I grew,
Would you please remind me more
Of the things I shouldn’t do.
Growing up and growing wise
Is hard to categorize.
For just when you think you’ve learned the truth,
You’ve fallen for the lies.
I need to find a way to be myself,
And still believe in God.
For the more I try to impress,
The more I have forgot.

12-2-1990 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Boy did I still have so much learning to do.
But at least I can see I was trying.
Thank You, God, for leading and teaching me.
God is my hero.