Our Church Trip

Our church trip was so fun!
The fellowship was such a gift.
The voices, laughter, and smiles
Gave me such a needed lift.
The cookies, the brownies, the joke,
The chance to share and grow,
The opportunity to spend some time
And learn of others what I did not know.
The drive, the bus, the bumpy ride itself,
Was something we’ll never forget.
And to share in growing with God
Was certainly the greatest blessing yet.
The sermon, the songs, the meals,
And browsing through the bookstore.
To share this all with our busy Pastor & wife
Was a blessing all the more.
Returning from out trip and day so long,
We are glad to make it end.
Thank You, Lord, for blessing my son and I.
We would gladly go again.

8-10-2003 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: our first Sword of the Lord Conference trip
With our church Temple Baptist

God, I Still Cry!

God, I still cry.
I know it’s been awhile.
I know I can be strong.
I know You’re with me.
But I still cry.
I know all my friends care.
I know all are tired of my tears.
I know the pain will go away.
I know I will love again.
I know I am loved by many.
I know I am loved by You.
But I still cry.
Pain and memories that I have created myself,
The consequences of my sin,
The price of my disobedience.
A part of me that I will never forget.
That only You and I can know.
Yet the strength that makes me stronger.
But I still cry.
Maybe someday this heartache
Will not even be a memory.
Maybe someday I’ll completely forget.
I will even smile.
But till then I still cry.
And until I am with You,
From time to time,
There will always be a reason I still cry.

4-29-2000 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Lord and Savior!! My Father in Heaven!!

Tragedy Is Building A Strong Soul

Tragedy implanted into a heart of strength,
A heart so compassionate and true,
Always considerate of others,
And dedicated to following a Savior too.
Love tries to mend what has been done,
But the truth that God reminds us
Is pain and memories have been grounded
And will always be a part of the heart
To ensure avoiding a repeat.
Ugliness along the way touches others.
A soul is seeking to survive the pain.
Love and more love, and plenty of patience
Is what the afflicted soul will need.
For God will renew the heart with strength
Built uniquely from that tragedy.
And when the soul stands up,
There will be no tearing down
What God has built so strong.

9-22-1999 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Childhood Experiences

Childhood experiences are not my particularly favorite thing to write about.
I can’t remember most,
And those I can make me remember things
That can take the life I’ve gained and come to love
After all I’ve seen and been through.
I would rather be happy and write encouraging things.
It is a whole new experience for me and I’m doing OK in getting started.
But I do want to remember who I am, where I came from,
What I’ve come through and what I’m all about.
If you must see those other writings I’ve written for years,
I have hundreds at home that I have shared with others for years, including me.

The two most memorable memories right now are:

When my granddad saved me when I fell out of a moving car.
I was mad because my brother wouldn’t tie my pretty new shoes, and I didn’t know how..
So I thought I would be smart by opening the door and ended up falling out.
Naturally, I claimed the door was locked.

The other is when my grandfather rewarded me
For doing well in a spelling bee and for being strong.
In the 2nd grade city/county finals,
I came in sixth place, and a girl from my school came in second.
She cried and I didn’t
(even though she got a medal necklace and her name in paper),
So my granddad still gave me $5.00,
With which my mom bought me a huge burger with purple onions.
This was really cool because purple was my favorite color,
And the burger was so big,
It was hard to fit in my mouth,

3-17-1994 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A challenge to write on childhood experiences

The Reason

Sometimes it feels like the secrets I hide
Are the only things I have left to share,
And that when I confess them,
No one will have a reason to care.
It seems as though everyone is
Out to discover your memories,
Trying to understand your pain,
Believing they’ll fulfill your needs,
But every time you trust in one,
You’re soon betrayed.
And then they open the door
From which you friendship was made,
Soon again you’re left alone
With no one there to care.
And all your secrets are stolen,
Gaining more heartache to bear.
So when you ask me why it’s hard,
To open up to you,
It’s because i’m afraid to release
The memories I hold onto.

10-10-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: written for Carolyn’s book.
God is my hero.

 

Cemetery of Love

Graveyards are a memory
For those who know of love.
And every tombstone in the yard,
Is a sign of giving up.
Every piece of grass that grows
Over a fresh dug grave
Is a sign of peace and serenity
For one who was so brave.
And all the flowers blooming in spring
And dying in late night fall
Are reminders of a soul at rest
Who gave their heart to all.
So why is it I turn away
As if it’s bad to see?
For this is where I long to lay,
Yet am too afraid to be.

9-25-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I miss you! I love you! Still!!
PSS… God is my hero.
I am so thankful for God allowing me things to be so different now.

Surviving the Knife

Knives,
The wound invention.
Scarred,
There’s no prevention.
Memories,
Unnecessary reminders.
Tragedies,
The unbreakable binders.
Blood,
The tears of a heart.
Sweat,
From fighting so hard.
Screams,
The voice of the weak,
Tears,
A soul with a leak.
Aching,
A natural way of life.
Surviving,
By holding the knife.

9-16-1990 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero