Worthy of Unconditional Trust

You lift my weary hands
That they might praise Your name.
My self condemning tongue
Is Yours to tame.
The love, the care, the unending mercy
All glorify who You are.
Your long suffering grace
Is never too far.
The sacrifice of giving Your Son.
The plan to set us free.
The giving of His life on the cross
To allow ours to be.
The reconciliation wrought for us.
The restoration plan.
The salvation of a world
On the shoulders of one Man.
Worthy of praise
And unconditional trust.
I love You, Father!
I love You, Jesus!

11.24.19 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my Sea adult coloring book

A New Wonderful Song

A new song I sing unto my Lord.
Praise I give His name.
Lifting up my praise with hands
For all the wonders of my life.
The wonder of my existence.
The wonder of my Savior.
The wonder of His gift of salvation.
The wonder of His love for me.
The wonder of my family.
The wonder of my friends.
The wonder of my enemies
Who have become a blessed friend.
The wonder of my Daily Bread,
And the wonder of meeting my needs,
Always right when I need them most.
The wonder of my God,
Being full of only who He can be
Makes my soul rejoiceful.
Therefore I praise my Savior
Who is called Wonderful.

3-4-2002 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I love You, Lord! And lift my “pen” to worship You!

As I Tithe

God’s blessings shower my day.
God’s love shelters my night.
I give thanks for all He gives to me
By choosing to praise as I tithe.
He sees my needs each moment.
He never leaves me without.
He reassures me He is there
By erasing my every doubt.
In love I say, “Thank You, Lord,
For my daily piece of bread.”
I give this tithing to the hand
That keeps my spirit fed.

11-3-2000 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Tithing with the gift God gave me… poetry.

Every Waking Night and Day

Every waking night and day,
In my closet I go to pray.
I do not ask for much.
The Lord’s prayer is not as such.

Every waking night and day,
I hear what He has to say.
You wonder how I heard?
Why, of course, in His Word.

Every waking night and day,
I clean and go to play,
But only after chores are done,
Before the falling of the sun.

Every waking night and day,
I have a secret place we stay.
I sing. He hears. PRAISE!
All my fears and doubts erase.

Every waking night and day,
I go upon my bed and lay.
My visions will forever keep,
As I trust in Love and sleep.

1-30-1996 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Forever Loving You, my Sweet Jesus!

This Day Of Rest

Lord, thank You for this day of rest.
So often we sure need it.
Our bodies just get so run down,
Especially when we don’t feed it.
Thank You that You know us better
Than we even know ourselves.
We would be in our graves way too early
If left to care for it ourselves.
Yet this day is to keep You first too
And that I certainly want to do.
You are so worthy and deserving of praise.
Please see my weary body’s hand trying to raise.
May Your name be honored and glorified!
May Your magnificence be magnified!
Praise You God for Your Holy day!
Praise You God for Your Holy way!
I love You, Amen!!

5-29-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

I Missed Church Today

I’m sorry, God,
I missed church today.
I went out and visited with my neighbors
and heard them talk of pain.
When what I really needed to hear,
was of Your sheltering us from the rain.
I didn’t get to hear the songs
the choir always sings.
I only heard the wickedness
that rock and roll can bring.
I heard the little children cry
from something in vain,
where I would rather hear them talk too loud
as they’re corrected again and again.
I didn’t hear the preacher say
to do what we know we should.
Instead, I heard the encouragement
to do what makes me feel good.
I wish I had been there to give You praise
and give money to the church.
But instead, I was just wasting time
learning things that can help me burn.
Please believe me when I say I’m sorry
and that I wish I had been there.
I pray that I will be there next Sunday
and hope You know that I still care.

4-21-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)