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

I Love You, Jesus Christ!

I love You.
I love You with everything in me.
I love making You happy,
And pleasing You always.
I want to praise You,
And serve You all of my days.
Hear my heart’s cry,
“I love You, Jesus Christ!”
I never want to leave You.
Stay by my side.
I love You, my Savior.
My soul is eternally Yours.
I’ve loved You every since
You knocked on my heart’s door.
Thank You for making me
A part of Your life.
Thank You for being
A part of mine.
Walk with me always.
Guide my every steps.
Keep remind me
Why You wept.

8-23-2005 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Missing Footprints

Why do I bother to tell anyone I ail?
It only adds to the list of “I fail.”
I fail to convey my sincerity of pain,
And I fail to pass the test “sane.”
If no one is going to believe me,
And my body will only deceive me,
How will I ever recover
From what we fail to discover?
What a puzzle. What a task.
Why do I bother to ask?
Day by day I will tarry,
Taking whatever burden I must carry.
I will do what I can do while I can,
And rest when I can no longer stand.
My Savior will then show me the hint,
“Notice any missing footprints?”

8-21-2005 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

He Has Come to Dwell

Memories that linger,
But not for their pleasure.
They stay at length,
But not for good measure.
Days that were endless
Remind me they’re long gone,
But nights that were relentless
Seem to stay strong.
Nightmares and visions,
Unwelcomed and uninvited
Keep me and serenity
Cruelly divided.
But there is a Watchman
Who guards at my chest.
My racing heart beat
Sends Him on a quest.
Angry with evil
For choking my world,
My Knight arrives
And draws His sword.
Peace, love,
And renewing thoughts.
My Savior has won
The battle He fought.
He has returned my night
And my sleep as well.
I’ve no more to fear.
He has come to dwell.

11.14.2018 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS… You gave me the words to write this poem then had me think on Your hymn called, “How Can I Fear With Jesus?” As I began to sing it, I was in awe of how similar they were.
I just had to blog about it on gaillovesgod. It can be read here.
You make me fall more and more in love with You each day. No matter what comes (and it inevitably will), it will have to face You my faithful Savior who has come to dwell! ❤

My God, My Everything!

My God, my Friend.
I love You to the end,
And then
I love You eternally,
Forevermore.
Thank You for loving me
The same…
And more than
I could ever imagine.
Thank You for spending
Quality time with me.
Please forgive me
Of when I cheat You
Of such moments to treasure.
You are my Soulmate!
My Bridegroom.
My Lord.
My Savior.
I love You!

2-24-2004 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

God Touched

God touched a flower… it bloomed… it blossomed.
God touched a caterpillar… it grew… it flew.
God touched a cloud… it shared… and cared.
God touched the sun… it warmed… it comforted.
God touched a fetus… it breathed… it lived.
God touched a Savior… He gave… He saved.
God touched a world… it knelt… it praised.
God touched…
Everything that was as beautiful as it was meant to be…
And fulfilled its purpose in life…
And filled the world with beauty and love.
All because… God touched!

11-13-2000 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

OUTER SPACE?

Outer Space? That big black hole? Those stars?
Or maybe the moon and planet Mars?
What exactly do you expect me to write about space?
My inexperience defeats my case.
I’m not an astronaut, nor NASA pro.
I only know what I barely know.
The poem from school had lost the end
When Pluto was rejected as a friend.
Then Mr. X was invited in,
But I do not know the latest spin.
Yet beyond all that’s in the galaxy,
There is a Savior waiting for me!
He has made those wondrous sites
That I shall see on my heavenly flight.
I’ll be so excited to share,
But you’ll have to wait till you’re there.
     HURRY UP!!

3-3-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: My brother and friends use to love to challenge me to write about random topics they would come up with. This one was actually a challenge from my son.