Smile at me.
A sight to see.
A little boy.
But such a joy.
Play all day.
Your own sweet way.
Open arms.
Childlike charms.
A hug for me.
Smiling sight to see.
12-23-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my son ❤
Tag: Open Arms
He’s My Savior
Head hung low… with sadness so great.
He lifts my chin with His hand and says, “I love you.”
His smile brightens my darkened world.
His eyes tell me I’m special.
His arms are opened to embrace me
And I gladly allow them to.
No matter how bad I feel,
He is always there with a smile,
A hug,
A shoulder to cry on.
He’s the strength of my life.
He is the rock of my salvation.
No matter what I go through,
I know I can count on Him.
Many people can make me smile
And make me feel like I’m loved.
But no one else can make me feel like
They can carry me through it all.
No one can be my Savior like Jesus is.
A lot of people make me feel so much better
With the love, hugs, and kisses,
But no one is like my Jesus.
He is my Friend, my Brother, my Comfort.
He’s my Savior.
10-17-18 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Open Arms, Open Gates
Our exciting loving Father
is excited for us!
His obedient Son
has made us just.
We are no longer strangers
or enemies of God.
We are His children.
We have been bought.
Rejoicing with joy,
singing with a shout.
We were in prison.
He brought us out!
Now there’s a day,
a new world awaits.
He stands with open arms
within his open gates.
4-28-12 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
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