He's like the lightning in the sky each time I feel it near. The beauty of its pretty color sinks beneath my fear.
The whir of your engine
Propels you by.
I cannot see you,
Somewhere in the sky.
The rev of your engine
Gases your motor.
Your tires disappear,
As they quickly roll over.
The voice on your phone
Tells your business,
But you’re so absorbed,
You just listen.
Sounds all around me
Distracting my mind.
They are very welcome
In this troublesome time.
The sound of the trumpet
Will soon resound.
Headed for heaven,
We’ll be homebound.
10.22.2020 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
I have family that I love so much.
God gave me the greatest of all.
I cherish every moment we share.
You never know when death will call.
As our hearts break and eyes cry,
we find only one comfort can assure.
God holds our family in His arms.
They’ll always be loved and secure.
They wait for the rest of us
and look over us while they wait.
When God has Gabriel blow that trumpet,
I’m running to the gate.
What a blessing to know I’ll see them
and exciting to know God will hold us all.
God, thank you, for holding my family.
I look forward to the day you call.
7-10-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
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