God, God, the children play.
Hear what they say.
“Bible!” They shout
Without any doubt.
They love to sing,
And the joy You bring.
Thank You for their smile.
I love it all the while.
Praise You!
7-4-2003 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
He's like the lightning in the sky each time I feel it near. The beauty of its pretty color sinks beneath my fear.
God, God, the children play.
Hear what they say.
“Bible!” They shout
Without any doubt.
They love to sing,
And the joy You bring.
Thank You for their smile.
I love it all the while.
Praise You!
7-4-2003 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Along the city is a heart,
One I brought to be.
God gave His blessing
When I asked to choose me.
Across the miles of distance,
I know I’m on his mind,
For he is always saying mommy,
And looking close behind.
He runs and plays so joyfully.
The love he gives is great,
A hug for when I’m sad,
And a kiss to say it’s ok.
Most of all I miss his smile,
And how he laughs inside,
And how he sleeps at night.
I wonder what he hides.
As I must rest, I am in thought
Of my child I do miss.
Good night, my darling. God bless you.
Here’s a mommy’s kiss.
1-4-1990 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: ❤ For my son Anthoni