Visitors In Your House

A visitor comes to Your house.
Yet another makes two.
They’ve come to fellowship,
To worship You.
Their eyes seek Your people.
Your people extend their hand.
They try to comfort
And teach to understand.
The card is signed
“I’m new to here.”
The pastor reassures,
“You are so dear.”
The children are adored
by all who were blessed.
They show the crafts made.
Oh how cute they’re dressed.
Farewell to our visitors.
Farewell to your souls.
We pray they’ll return,
Or at least be Yours whole.

11-28-2005 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Afraid, Yet I Do

Afraid to believe and yet I do.
I am so scared to believe in love, life, and people.
Yet I believe in the very God who made all three.
Afraid to trust and yet I do.
I am afraid to trust in anyone or anything,
Yet I trust in this God I cannot see.
I trust and love and believe
In someone I’ve never met.
Someone I’ve never held.
And yet I have give Him my life.
I make decisions according to His pleasure.
I strive to obey Him.
And when I wrong Him,
I am heartbroken and regret
Because I am saddened to know I grieve Him.
Trust, love, believe.
I am afraid of them all,
And yet I believe, love, and trust the very meaning of them all…
God!

1-14-2004 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Growing Up In the Projects

Growing up in the projects was a challenging matter of surviving,
And still have morals and a heart.
First, you must learn to adapt to the ways you observe and learn.
You have to accept the fact that the reality is you must live here,
And pray you’ll still be alive when and if you can move.
You have to deal with people who are against you,
People who love you but still get you into trouble,
And some people who are just plain troublemakers.
You also have to evaluate for yourself
When it is necessary to break the law,
And when it is important to follow it.
You must learn how to survive and help others,
Along the way and after you make it
Out of the same place that used to hurt you.
Once you are out of the projects,
The most important survival key is for you to decide
If you want to linger on the past,
And be depressed and bitter for the rest of your life,
Or to look at the fact you made it out
And no one but you can send you back,
Unless you let yourself go and give up.

11-9-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire