Soul Expression

If I write a poem,
Will I be set free,
Or will they read
And just judge me?
Should I let that matter?
It locks my soul within.
Being open is not a crime.
Expression is not a sin.
Yet I still care for God
All that I say or do,
For others attach God
To everything about you.
I want to set the example,
Yet I also want to express.
Could it be Godly
To share with the rest?
Could it be God’s will,
His gift for me to share
That others might see
For even our brokenness
He cares?
Dear Lord, I pray Your will
Upon my soul and pen.
If it be Your gift to me,
Help me to set it in ink.

12-20-2005
Written by Gail Brookshire

God’s Writer

God’s Writer… that’s what I am, God… Your writer.
You allow me this beautiful privilege
Of taking words and comforting others,
With words that can only come from Your Spirit
Whispering so softly in my ear.
You allow me the honor of being the first
To witness the powerful message
You have given my pen to witness for You.
I am amazed and overwhelmed by what
My ink has revealed from my soul.
Only You could place such wonder in my hand.
You teach me and bless me
Just as those You reach out to through me.
Thank You for being such a generous God.
Thank You for sharing with me
The ability to share You with others,
In my pen, in my mouth, in my life.
Thank You for making me Your writer… God’s Writer.

6-23-2003 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: I use to go by God’s Writer when social media first came about.
But as that became popular for others to use, I began to feel so unworthy
To even call myself that. Eventually gaillovesgod became my username
because it was what He helped me to see was my testimony…
To still love Him… no matter what… that in itself is a miracle and a
Privilege for any of us… to be able to love someone and that someone
Love us. God is that someone! And always will be! ❤

Permission to Pen

So freeing is the pen that dances on the page.
So beautiful is the ink that displays.
So strong is the paper that supports.
So refreshing are the words that convey.
How does one go without the pen?
How does one restrain the ink?
How does one avoid the paper?
How does one refrain what they think?
It is such a challenge not to pen.
A challenge to keep the ink dry.
The paper waits in agony
To let the mind cry.
“Here am I. I do exist! My thoughts are burning within!”
They wait for God’s Holy Spirit to permit, “Begin.”

3-12-16
written by Gail Brookshire