WHAT I HAVE SEEN

How in the world do I write what I have seen?

How do I testify, yet beautify the ugly that’s been?

If I tell all of the good and none of the bad,

No one will ever believe the good I’ve had.

Yet if I tell all the bad and not the good,

I and You would be very misunderstood.

Different worlds have different backgrounds,

And even joy has different ways to abound.

You have saved me from so much bad,

Your salvation being what made me glad.

Yet so many have fallen along the way,

Sometimes it seems necessary to say.

How unfair it seems not to recognize

Souls who have had such tragic lives.

Not everyone wants to destroy their world,

But not everyone has the privilege of self-control.

What I have seen I will have to write,

As I wait for You my pen to guide.

May it always be to glorify You

And every word be faithfully true.

In Jesus Name, Amen!

 

4-12-11 Written by Gail Brookshire

(by the grace of God)

Fine Lines

These fine lines that separate me and You,
impose on being free to confide.
Those evil words having to enter Your ears
leave my pen tongue tied.
So many reasons not to revisit.
So many reasons I have no choice.
The paths of yore are so dark and evil.
You tell me to listen for Your voice.
Destructive thoughts that seem to persuade
continue to grip so tight.
The father of confusion suggests, “Doubt.”
But You clearly state, “Fight!”
How do I address such ugly matters
with a Holy and Reverent God?
How can I be so sure my memories
are the source for the problems I’ve got?
Approaching the edge, I realize
I’ve already crossed.
I’m just trying to leave a trail
so I won’t get lost.
Lovingly rebuking me, “That’s not Faith,”
You encourage me to go on.
Faith is not faith
unless it’s You I am counting on.
Step by step,
I’m walking with You.
Whatever lies ahead,
You will see me through.

12-12-16 Monday
written by Gail Brookshire

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