He's like the lightning in the sky each time I feel it near. The beauty of its pretty color sinks beneath my fear.
Have I abandoned you?
As so many times you have deserted me?
Did I take away your courage?
Your will to ask for what you want?
Have I stolen your secrets?
The inner feelings of your soul?
Did I shatter your world?
As I shattered your dreams of our endurance?
Are you weakened at heart?
Finding it hard to find one breath of life?
Do you feel deserted?
As I have abandoned you?
I’m sorry.
10-6-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Jesus… rescued me.
Jesus… set me free.
This is said so much because it’s so true.
Jesus rescued me and He can rescue you.
If you only knew His sweet peace,
you would NEVER want it to cease!
If you could feel His powerful love,
you would long to be with Him above.
If you knew how trustworthy He is,
you’d take everything to Him, and trust Him with it!
There’s just no way to describe
what you have to personally know,
but I pray that when He comes knocking,
you will not tell Him, No.
5-4-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Being an enemy of God
is not worth the price.
I would not enjoy
that sacrifice.
He has no mercy,
nor gives His grace.
He will not allow
sin in any place.
He will not save.
He will not cure.
He will not rescue
anything impure.
God hates sin
and wicked ways.
All who choose evil
eventually pay.
Choose God
and choose to live.
He has mercy and grace
He wants to give.
10-12-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. When I wrote this, I am sure I must have been referring to those who have chosen to definitively be God’s enemy, because God absolutely saves, cures, and rescues, and has an endless supply of mercy and grace!
Agonizing… knowing you’re going to die,
to know now is the time of your death,
to know you’ll suffer so cruelly, so painfully,
to know the people you’re dying to help
will be the people begging for your death,
your pain, your suffering, your agony.
Agonizing… knowing your only child is going to die,
to know now is the time of his death,
to know he’ll suffer cruelly, so painfully,
to know the people he’s dying to help
will be the people begging for his death,
his pain, his suffering, his agony.
Agonizing… because his death will be
your own suffering of cruelty,
your pain, your agony.
Agonizing… to see there will still be even one
to reject the blood shed to save them
from their own eternal agony.
Agonizing… to know anyone has to suffer
eternal agony in hell.
4-27-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
It is so incomprehensible to the human mind
that someone could actually take a life.
We condemn those souls to be taken
or at least live forever in misery and strife.
Yet it is very possible to happen
And does to people who are good.
Maybe sometimes they shouldn’t have reacted,
sometimes maybe they should.
We never know if someone is defending
and fighting for their life to survive.
We don’t know what led to the moment
and how they’ll have to live with it all their life.
Only God knows and only God judges
the heart and mind of a soul,
and He knows when to punish or forgive.
Thank God He is in control.
7-19-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: written when a friend was asking me to justify their brother’s death when he was shot while committing a home invasion, by comparing it to my brother’s death who was shot during a argument with an ex-girlfriend who refused to let my brother go.
The headache, God, please relieve her headache.
His sinuses, Father, please stop his pain.
These people who serve You daily.
They have helped me again and again.
Touch their bodies, Lord.
Touch their lives.
Help them to smile
and bear their strife.
Give them peace.
Give them strength.
Help them to find joy
in You again.
My pastor and his wife
need Your care.
I thank You, God,
to trust You’ll be there.
6-4-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: dear friends ❤
My pen… it’s disabled.
It has ink.
It is in a capable hand,
and is in the hand of a writer…
a good writer, a gifted writer, God’s writer,
and yet it cannot write.
This writer has words, profound words,
to express,
a flood of thoughts that are drowning me out,
but I seem to have a gate or wall
blocking the flow of my pen.
Does it matter to anyone that I can’t?
Does anyone really want to read it?
Does anyone really need to read it?
Does it really need to be written?
My soul is crying, “Yes, please, I can’t breathe!”
I need to get these things out,
yet no one but me and God knows what they are.
Does God care if I get them out or not?
I think He does or else He would not speak them to me.
God, help me to do with these words and thoughts
as You want me to do,
that I might serve You
and give You all the glory.
Praise You for the word.
4-11-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
