In The Arms of God

Here is where I’d rather be
Than any place in the whole wide world.
Just look at those children playing.
They’re so happy.
They have no worries in the world,
And they never will.
Our Father will see to that.
See the rainbow above that beautiful set of clouds
So puffy and white?
That’s His promise He has always kept.
He came back after us,
And brought us to our mansions.
Why would I lose faith in Him now?
From the moment He took my small hand
Into His big, warm, and gentle hand,
And led me down streets of gold,
To my long missed family and friends,
I’ve cried so many tears of joy.
Many said we’d never shed another tear,
But maybe they forgot how wonderful He can be.
After all, tears are beautiful too.
When my mom and dad held me again,
And I got to love my granddad
Without the fear of losing him,
Or forgetting his face,
My heart just melted.
And oh, the most beautiful moment of that day
Was when I met my brother
I had never met before…
My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!
Here is where I’d rather be
Than any place in the whole wide world…
In the arms of God.

Written by Gail Brookshire

Family of Six

We grew up together, yet so far apart.
Then we separated, even at heart.
Time came to reunite us once again.
But soon the destruction would begin.
Well now we have grown so together.
Yet live separately, a family forever.

Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My family – the Brookshires

Shut Swinging Doors

Politics, friends, and rules.
Life is just chaotic.
Just when you think you get it,
You never really got it.
Understanding anything is a challenge
In these days which we live.
There is just so much we have to take
From those who refuse to give.
Shoes, socks, toothpaste…
Are they things we really need?
We can’t protect or clean ourselves.
We still have to cry and bleed.
You don’t understand my message?
I really don’t care if you do.
I’ve gotten past trying to talk
Or giving the benefit of the doubt to you.
You don’t care for my troubles
Anymore than I care for yours.
Let’s just be honest and leave each other alone.
Shut the swinging doors.

Written by Gail Brookshire

A Friendship Confused

Gail is wondering what to do.
She can’t do anything that pleases you.
Not that she cares or even knows.
It’s just so aggravating at the way it goes.
You think it’s funny for people to cry.
When they leave, you wonder why.
You can’t have a friend, if you can’t be one yourself.
This world’s for everyone, not just yourself.
You joke about the way you treat your friends.
Never caring or understanding why it ends.
You’re so pathetic, I feel sorry for you.
What’s a lonely little girl supposed to do?

Written by Gail Brookshire