Jesus Christ Our Lord

Jesus… the man I met,
Who gave me life so sweet.
Jesus… the man You’ll love,
If you ever get to meet.
Christ… one who died for you,
To simply say He cares.
Christ… one who loves you so much,
Your price for sin He bears.
Our Lord on high… love in His hand.
Our Lord is waiting to understand.
Heavenly Father, so full of mercy,
Show us what to do.
Heavenly Father, so mighty in power,
Help us to love and live for you.

3-24-1990 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Davey D’s 20th birthday.

That Bus

That bus… I lost all my innocence on that bus.
If only I had known where that bus was going.
But God and I both know where it was going.
I just didn’t realize what I was allowing myself to get into.
Sad fact is, I allowed myself to get into it.
How fast I ran back.
How sad I came back.
How nasty I crawled back.
And despite how far I ran
and how much I fled from my guilt,
the sin and shame
was all the same,
and despite the crowd
only I am to blame.
That bus… if only it were going back.
But I wouldn’t step near that bus if it were.
God help me and the girl on that bus.

7-2-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

The Harlot of Life (Prov.7)

Father, life comes at us like a harlot,
with its many comforts and flatteries.
Most often it is that soft and tender soul
who knows exactly how we feel,
and expresses how they care when no one else does,
or at least not like we need.
It is that wicked smile that says,
You don’t need to let things get you down.
You are better than that, deserve more than that.
You deserve good things.
You deserve to feel happy. You deserve to be happy.
Let me make you happy.” says the harlot of life.
“Let me shelter you from that which threatens to steal your happiness.
Let me be strong for you while being so tender to you.”
All so this harlot can feel happy.
But she is happiest when the giving of pleasure is filled
and it is her turn to receive pleasure.

Her pleasure is to be the one who inflicts the pain, the sadness, the destruction.
Her goal all along was to prove that she could win the soul.
Protect us, Lord, from the harlot of life.
Our souls are weak from hunger and oppression.
Keep us for you. Save us for our First Love.
The love that truly wants what’s best for us,
even if it means protecting us from what we want,
or taking us through the hardship that will prepare us from what is really to come yet.
Help us to cling to you when we feel scared.
Help us to spend time with you when we are lonely.
Help us to seek you when we are lost.
Help us to read your word when we need wisdom or guidance.
Help us to pray to you when we need answers.
Help us to listen when we need to hear.
Help us to hear when we need to listen.
Help us to remember that your heart longs for ours.
Help us to remember that we love you because you first loved us.
And when we need proof, help us to remember the cross.
May your tenderness and strength,
your sacrifice and shelter protect us from the harlot of life.
May your word and Spirit protect us from every form of harlot.
May you remain our First Love.

10-15-16 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Proverbs 7

Besetting Foe (My Ugly Enemy)

You disgust me. I detest you.
The way you come at me
as if I want you.
The way you pursue me
as if I desire you.
The way you persist
as if I cannot resist.
You charge at me
from every possible source.
You think you will conquer me
with force.
But you are my enemy,
my foe I abhor.
I cannot tolerate you.
You are a foul odor!
You think I lust for you.
You think you tempt me.
But my God has empowered me
to rebuke you.
He has aligned Himself with me
and fights for me.
Your tactics to invade my dreams
only inflame my rage.
You have no attraction over me.
You are ugly and contempt.
Throw all of the junk of the world at me
as much as you want.
God is the only one I care to think on.
Trash my environment.
Trash my view.
But my soul is His
and always will be.
Temptation….
that’s what they call you.
But you are not tempting to me.
Just as you tempted my Savior,
you vie for me.
But with His strength,
I too will cling to God’s word.
Get thee behind me!
The cross is before me
every step of the way!

8-3-15 written by Gail Brookshire

Life Before Knowing God

Life before knowing God
can be a dangerous thing.
Through ignorance we offend
the God who created our being.
We can sin, mock,
or clearly disregard
all that God asks of us,
hardening our hearts.
The influence of that sin
or the idols we create
can be so powerful
that to choose can make us hate.
And then there’s the influence
we have on others,
to mislead the unsaved
or even Christian brothers.
Lord, help us to know
what is evil or pure.
May only Your love
keep us true and secure.

5-1-12 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Cleaning the Slates

The noise… what is that noise?!
That loud and ugly sound!
I’m seeking for that unpleasantness.
I wonder what will be found.
Sin! That loud and ugly monster
is roaring down below.
The many temptations that beset me
are refusing to let go.
They scream. They shout.
They threaten me with fear.
They fail to notice
You standing so near.
They beg. They plead.
They forget.
They’ve already filled me
with enough regret.
They whine. They cry,
and act as if they care.
They forget
I’ve already been there.
I fill with anger
and display my hate
by casting stones
and cleaning the slates.
The noise is dying.
There’s a calming quiet.
You have won
this fierce and ugly fight.

3-29-15 Written by Gail Brookshire

Forgiveness Is A Real Comfort

Sin is real. It’s so real, it’s scary.
It’s scary how it has so much control.
It’s scary how it has a grip on me.
It’s scary that I seem to have a grip on sin.
Whether it’s lying, stealing, or coveting
sin is something that God hates.
And for that reason alone, I know that hell is real.
Eternal condemnation is real.
The reality of it’s existence is scary.
It’s so scary to know it wants me.
It’s so scary to know it waits for me to fail.
How scary to know that Satan can make evil
such a pleasurably and comforting feeling.
It’s scary to know that he smiles in the dark
to know he has yet lured me again.
Forgiveness is so real. It’s a comforting thing.
It too waits for me and smiles,
but thank God because it’s a part of Christ’s love.
It’s so comforting to know it embraces me.
It’s so comforting to know it rescues me.
It’s so comforting to know it cleanses me.
And most of all, it comforts me to know
it strengthens me and makes it possible to resist sin.
Forgiveness makes me a new person.
And that is a real comfort.

7-4-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)