Praying For Someone to Die

Praying for someone to die,
Is that even right?
Are there moments, Lord,
When it is more selfish
To pray for good health
Instead of sweet release?
How would we know
When You are calling to them?
How do we know if the crying soul
Is asking for mercy when we don’t understand?
And yet, who are we to play God?
Even if our hearts are wrenched
In sympathy for the hurting.
God help us to pray.
May the Holy Spirit teach us how.
May we listen and learn.
And may our hearts, minds, and prayers
Be more what YOU want.

4-16-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Judging Those Pharisees (Me)

It’s so easy to judge those evil Pharisees,
Yet there is so much of them inside me.
We both can push our selfish pride
And forget we are His betrothed bride.
Even if we see the truth right before our eyes,
It’s so easy to want something we tend to disguise.
Jesus gave His life to save them and me.
It’s just not fair, to not let Him be.
May the Lord help me to be faithful to His Son.
He is worthy after all He has done.
God Himself suffered in His sacrifice too,
Watching His Son agonize for me and you.

6-4-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Broken and Defiant

He has entered and found chaos.
He has observed and is broken.
He has found defiance and disbelief
To every word He has spoken.
He has reached out in love
And even personally sacrificed.
But the blood of His only Son
Was not a high enough price.
Selfishness, greed, and pleasure
Is all they care about.
They are eager and ready
To leave God out.
But when they are broken,
When they are distressed,
They will call on Him
And they will expect.
When they don’t get what they want,
They will throw Him the blame.
He will merely reply, “Depart from me.
I never knew your name.”

7-5-15 written by Gail Brookshire

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)