Living An Eternal Burn

Amazing, how self-centered I am
To think of how I hurt
When really what I should worry about
Is living an eternal burn.
Only God can bring me happiness.
Only God can save my life.
Yet all I’ve ever worried about
Is having to be someone’s wife.
If I would open up my heart
And let Him melt the ice,
I could feel the love He gives
And stop paying the price.

9-30-1990 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.

Am I the Rich Man?

How incredibly selfish can an individual be?
Easily, when that individual is me.
How else could a soul be overlooked?
While I was focused on what had me hooked.
Why did I not feed the hungry I saw?
Because of my hypocritical flaw.
How did I deceive myself that I helped?
Because I was too focused on myself.
How did money and a bible tract feed?
Because that’s what I wanted to believe.
Why did I not think sooner of that soul?
Because God had a different goal.
Why was that soul gone when I went back?
Because God wanted to point out my lack.
Do I have enough to be the rich man?
Everything I have came from God’s own hand.

6-15-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: the beggar at the corner of Craven St. & Riverside Dr.
(Luke 16:19-31)