Love’s Wounds Unseen

Pain and agony

within a heart so young.

Beauty upon the face,

yet nothing can be done.

The soul who gave her love away

to a man with a ring

in faith that he would never stray,

but support her fragile wing.

Laid beneath the knife that cut,

to give their child a breath.

To give to him the son he wanted,

she knocked on the door of death.

Through the many nights of tears,

she laid and cried in doubt

knowing that someone else was holding

the man who gave their love out.

Stricken by so many hands

of a lover who shared her life,

she was once a maiden in love,

yet became a battered wife.

Now even with the children grown,

she is careful to keep it hidden.

For their marriage is still sacred to her

because to the family divorce is forbidden.


10-9-91 Written by Gail Brookshire

(by the grace of God)

It Rained On The Just

He came to salvage and set free.
He was destroyed and nailed to a tree.
He came to love and lead to God.
He was hated, despised, and mocked.
He came to teach and plead for souls.
He was hunted down and betrayed by a mole.
He came to heal and restore from death.
He was beaten and stolen of breath.
He who knew no sin bore our shame,
but our ungratefulness became blame.
We were the crowd crying, “Crucify” Jesus!
It absolutely rained on the just!

2015 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Matthew 5:45 KJV
“That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven:
for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good,
and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.”
For my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!

Needing Your Compassion

Lord, there is so much need.
So many people hurting inside.
Some struggle with how they’re living.
Some feel like they have died.
Hunger beats so mercilessly
on those already weak.
Depression fights so vigorously
on those who no longer seek.
Pain and agony rob life,
disease and illness destroy sanity.
Unkind and selfish thieves
rob the poor with their vanity.
How hopeless it all seems
when we focus on the bad.
Yet we forget you saw
all the things that make You sad.
Thank You for being our hope,
our only source of strength.
We need Your powerful compassion
to save us again and again.

2015 Written by Gail Brookshire