Extra Hours With You

Extra hours and the pen keeps pouring,
This is too important to be ignoring.
A message from You is just what I need.
I want to be careful to heed.
My listening ears opens my mind.
This message is one of a kind.
Though told me often and very familiar,
I cherish all that is similar.
A love note from my True Love
Sent from our heavenly home above.
Treasured I am by my Savior.
In Him, I have found favor.
Held in the arms of His heart,
Soon we will never again be apart.
Thank You for taking the time
To reassure my troubled mind.
Extra hours spent just being with You.
There’s nothing I’d rather do.

8-29-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Literary Jungle

Fickle, freckle, feign, and fawn.
How much longer will this nonsense go on?
Tickle, tackle, tame, and tong.
It’s went on way too long.
Shake, smack, slap, and smite.
I seek His strength to even fight.
Quake, quiver, qualm, and quiet.
It’s hold my pen or let it write.
Mangled, mixed, marled, and marred.
He knows what it’s like to be scarred.
Blare, blast, bash, and bombard.
It’s no wonder, I rely on my guard.
Useless, ugly, unwelcome, and unknown.
For so long I walked this road alone.
Equipped, eclipsed, elated, and empowered.
He walks with me all the way home.
Lit, lodged, laved, and lined.
A little too known to speak my mind.
Caged, cornered, coined, and chimed.
I’m grateful for a Savior’s love so kind.

8-22-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Reconciled By Love

From the moment You found me
And introduce me to Your love,
I have been a child of the King
And bound for my home above.
In mercy You reached down to me,
In the depth of my ugly sin.
You opened Your precious vein
And let Your cleansing blood pour in.
Rescued by my Savior,
I find in Your eyes.
You teach me to do good,
And evil to despise.
For by Your death,
We were reconciled.
We were made Holy.
There is no more guile.
For it was life, Your resurrected life
That gave me a choice.
I gladly accept
And lift up my voice.
“Yours! I’m Yours!
And You are mine!
Thank You for being
So loving and kind!”

8-20-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Savior Jesus Christ! ❤

Unveiling Love

Lovely lacey cloth, how pretty you are
Dangling from her back.
How delightfully happy she was
When her Father lifted you
Off of her smiling face.
Such happiness to be unveiled
Brought forth the bride for her Groom.
Love was shown for all to see
As they joined hand in hand.
A look of love and peaceful joy.
Among a crowd of family and friends
They testified of God above.
Each time you dance around
I see the joy she’s found.
Each step He holds her to dance,
You glisten with radiant delight.
Thank you for revealing to me
The love that waits with Him.
I have been blessed to witness.

7-23-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Pouring Out Life

Life pouring out of a hurting soul.
It trickles as it falls.
A Savior’s blood pours forth to save,
His loving voice calls.
“My loved one I see the pain that drains,
And know all too well.
How it felt to suffer and agonize
When on My knees I fell.
I cried out to My Father to remove My burden,
Yet accepted what He gave.
And in return He strengthened Me
To bare it to My grave.
It took that death to restore that life,
And remove the burden within.
Now I have eternal life,
And will never lose it again.
I gave that life to give you yours
Because I love you so.
The Father longs to strengthen you,
And let your burden go.”

7-18-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: The burden my Savior suffered making the sacrifice He made

Penned Through the Pages

Words of a Savior penned through the pages.
Salvation shared throughout the ages.
A King, a bride, a wedding invitation.
A Father, a Son, reconciliation.
Chariots of Fire, a mansion prepared.
Save your oil. None can be spared.
Baby Jesus, baby Moses, twins that fight in the womb.
False imprisonment, wrongful death, finding the empty tomb.
Baby Samsom, baby Samuel, my strength comes from the Lord.
Baby Isaac, baby Ishmael, sin lies at the door.
Do not fear. Don’t be afraid. Angels out of nowhere.
Fight the bear. Fight the giant. David is in despair.
Mother Mary, Harlot Mary, Jesus is Lazarus’ friend.
John the Baptist, John the disciple, a Revelation in the end.

2.25.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Silently Inside

Pain has come and pain has gone.
It’s up and down as life goes on.
Unwelcomed tears, still they came.
You must obey the rules of the game.
No room for fear. Nowhere to hide.
You can only cry aloud silently inside.

The voice will fade. The pain will too.
You must learn to breathe it through.
Trust the one instructing you.
Only they know what to do.
Leave those closing eyes open wide.
You can cry aloud silently inside.

Caught within a world of fury.
Self made judge and jury.
So much noise within the silence.
Penned beneath the raging violence.
Muffled within the voice that tried.
I heard you cry aloud silently inside.

Wasted life upon the floor.
Her Savior shouts, “They’ll be no more!
The life I made. The life I love
Will take no more push and shove!
My child, you need no longer hide.
I heard you cry aloud silently inside.”

2-3-2019 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
“But I will sing of thy power; yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning:
for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.”

– Psalm 59:16 KJV