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)

Happy Father’s Day, Father God!

Father’s Day is here and so are You.
It is time to celebrate You too.
Like every day, You are Father God.
And we praise You with everything we’ve got.
Honor, Majesty, Holiness, and Glory
Are all a part of Your Royal story.
Creation itself is Your own validation
Of birth, death, and salvation.
Your love for restoration gives life.
Your gracious mercy removes strife.
Father, Son, Holy Ghost in One.
You are magnified through Your Loyal Son.
Made family by redemptive love,
We eagerly wait to join You above.
So until the day we come Your way,
Let us wish You, Happy Father’s Day!

6-21-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Happy Father’s Day, Father God! ❤

Still Wading

Out here in this ark
I still wade among the waves.
Though completely disoriented,
I trust in the God who saves.
The rocking and bouncing
throw my balance off,
but I choose to praise
verses choosing to scoff.
Where is the storm leading?
What direction am I even going?
I am so overwhelmed.
I don’t even know what I’m doing.
Yet there is a Captain at the helm
that I completely trust to steer.
Wherever He docks this ark,
I just want Him to stay near.

4-27-15 Written by Gail Brookshire


Church is a place I long to know
and come to see God’s house.
I want to hear His children sing
and watch them become aroused.
I love to see so many souls
gathered to bring Him praise,
to hear the preacher preach the word,
as his voice will sometimes raise,
and all the restless children play,
as they find it hard to sit still,
but oh the sweetest things they say
as they are taught about God’s will.
The choir works so faithfully
to beautify their sound,
to shout a joyful melody
of how they’re heaven bound.
Church is where I long to be
and where I want to belong,
for it makes my world much easier
to hear the faith so strong.

3-30-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

As A Friend Would

God… God was the one who was with me,
with me through it all.
He never walked away.
He never left me alone.
He never said,
“You’ve got to face this on your own.”
Instead… He was there.
He comforted me.
He befriended me.
He saw me through my pain…
as a friend would.

3-17-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Commands of Praise

That music…
those drums…
those horns…
those stringed instruments…
those perky voices…
it’s all so loud!
And dancing…
in God’s sanctuary!
It’s such a loud
Yet every one
of those things
are commanded of the Lord
in His psalms.
Even the new songs!
So it’s all that God
Lift your holy hands.
Sing! Dance! Shout!

11-9-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)