Prophets Pen and Paper

Pen and Paper… what friends of mine,
Yet prophets like Moses and Paul.
Despite what could be read between the lines,
They can create works of art.
Though they have horrible and shameful confessions of historical stature,
They can make a mew and beautiful character
Out of the very villain so guilty.
They can explain the nature of what created the evil
And in the same message convey the transformation
Of the demon into an angel.
God’s beauty and magnitude of divine power
Boldly shouts from the pages.
The printed work joyfully embraces its reader.
And the prophets called Pen and Paper
Are serving God with the same holiness
As with love and wisdom in the Holy Bible.
God’s right hand made great warriors
Of even the simplest tools… pen and paper,
Just as He had done with the murderers… Moses and Paul,
Who were later known as great prophets.
Imagine what He can do with you and me,
If we will just believe and let Him.

7-1-2001 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Thoughts and Kisses Afar

Hello, my love, I greet you from afar.
My heart speaks your name and smiles.
I wonder how you are this day,
And how you are across the miles.
Are you thinking of me at all?
Do God and I cross your mind?
Does your heart carry us,
Or do you leave us behind?
My faith and trust in you agree,
Your heart would not allow
To leave behind your lady or God,
And think of us even now.
Thoughts and kisses escape my lips.
They seek to be with you.
When you hear and feel them near,
Know that God does love you too.

12-30-1999 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

More Faith or Heart?

What are we supposed to do
When live in a world where no one is allowed to love?
What are we supposed to believe
When we hold our faith in the great God above?
Are we supposed to believe that we are exempt from passion…
Even if it’s in love and marriage?
Why are some of us destined to be alone…
Or rather unmarried?
I know we’re never alone,
But why are we sometimes so isolated that we feel deserted?
We should be able to focus our love and companionship on Jesus.
He was alone in companionship too/
And He was never married.
Yes He traveled and lodged with the disciples,
But that wasn’t 24 hours a day,
And it wasn’t every day of His life.
He even spent time alone with God in the wilderness.
Tempted by Satan in every way.
Yet He gloriously triumphed
And resisted the worldly treasures.
So why do we feel alone when Jesus is so with us
And knows exactly how we feel?
Could it be we need more faith?
Or more heart?

6-29-1996 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Tears for Freedom

Forever in tears for freedom.
That’s all I really want is freedom.
I just want to be able to think, sleep, write, and feel how I want.
I just want some peace and quiet.
I just want to be able to move out and have a nice safe place
For Anthoni and myself to call our own.
I do not want Anthoni smothered the way I was.
It only caused so much hatred and resentment.
If it weren’t for the wonderful teachers, counselors,
friends, and family, and God,
I would have never found the love and forgiveness
I have for my family and myself now.
And I love our family relationship.
Somehow we will survive.
We are God’s children and full of love for one another.
We are family.
In Sweet Jesus name I pray and ask… Amen.
I love you, God, my Father in heaven.
Your daughter.

6-5-1992 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero

Between the Bitterness and Sorrow

Trying to learn how to love
And be a responsible person,
Is a difficult task.
For though you are very forgiving
And understanding,
Others continue to ask.
What must we understand today
To reason with tomorrow?
We need to find a reconciliation
Between the bitterness and sorrow.
So tell me why the world exists,
If life has already departed?
I know they try to say it’s love,
But that’s to convince the broken hearted.
Many people try to change
The way the world remains.
But all they gain from determination,
Are scarred wound in blood stains.
Get some paper and pen
And try to analyze
Just what this poem really means
To anyone who really tries.

5-23-1992 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Praise the Lord for changing my way of thinking,
and teaching me about true love… Him!

Would I Be Wearing This Ring?

You were so afraid I would leave you,
So afraid I was gone.
You should’ve know I love you,
And nothing could go wrong.
You thought you knew we well.
You thought you knew my way.
But if you really did,
There would be nothing left for me to say.
You swore you were losing ground,
Maybe even control.
But you forgot you are my happiness
I need to feel whole.
Can you take another look,
And ask yourself this thing?
If I didn’t want to be married to you,
Would I be wearing this ring?

1-12-1992 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

I Want/But

I want to love someone who’ll be there for me,
But I’m scared to trust a soul.
I want to give my heart away to someone special,
But I’m afraid of losing control.
I want to share tears of pain,
But I’m too ashamed to even cry.
I really want to love someone,
But I’m much too scared to try.
I want to be the one they’ll trust,
But I’m too tired of lies.
I want to hold them when they’re down,
But I’m too aware of what dies.
If only I could find a way
To believe again in love,
I could experience laughter,
And pleasure could never be enough.

4-4-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero!