Embraced By Wonder

God, am I too dirty?
Am I too stained?
Are there too many consequences
That are always to remain?
I was born in sin,
Then embraced its pleasure.
Now my guilt and shame
Rob me of Your treasure.
Life is not over.
You have me still here.
Help me to understand.
Make my purpose clear.
In Jesus name I pray.
Amen,

4-23-2003 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Thank You, God, for helping me to KNOW
I am now and will always be Yours!

Following Your Light

Following Your light, darkness tries to distort You.
In a moment of confusion I pause to play it safe.
I wait for You to lead me with Your voice,
Or to take me by the hand in the right direction.
I feel Your concern.
I know Your sincerity.
Trust is what You are all about.
Yes this fear of getting hurt with what I cannot see
Is keeping me from moving.
I’m afraid something might strike me,
Something may be unreliable, dangerous.
You urge me to trust You and I explain…
“It’s not You I am afraid to trust.
It’s the pain I might come across.”
Slowly, a mist of light shines in Your eyes.
They are all I can see.
I look into them and they say,
“I love you. I never want anything to hurt you.
But for Me to bring you to a safe place,
You have to be willing to trust Me enough
To leave this uncertain place you are in.
I can’t promise there won’t be anything
Upon the path that won’t hurt you.
But I can promise you that I will be with you,
And will never leave you.
Your pain will be My pain,
And I will make My peace your peace.
Will you believe Me and trust Me?”
With my heart filled with overwhelming comfort,
I reply, “I will and I do.”
I take Your hand and step forward in faith.

2-24-1999 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Vague Voicing

Where do I start?
What comes first?
Which is more important?
Which problem is worse?
I’ve got these worries
To think about.
I have so much fear.
I’m in such doubt.
Stressed on weary problems.
Depressed by sorrow.
Worrying about the future,
When in doubt of tomorrow.
Can’t think too clear.
Can’t think too straight.
In need of a decision
Before it’s too late.
All these problems.
All this worry.
Need time to think,
But life’s in a hurry.
Time to choose.
To make a choice.
With nothing to say,
It’s time to voice.

1-10-1992 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Hours Upon Hours

Hours upon hours,
I sit here and worry.
I try to figure out what to do,
But just can’t yet.
I’ve tried to think for days now.
But that’s all I can do – think.
A decision is hard to make.
Because in a way
I don’t even know what I’m trying to decide.
I just don’t know, yet I keep thinking about it.
So what do you have to say?
Any advice?
What would you do?
Stop Worrying
And don’t think so much.
Yeah right.
Easier said than done.

1-10-1992 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire