Visiting Love

Love flows by
Like a little creek of water.
I hear you whisper,
“You are my precious daughter.”
Love floats by
Like a passing cloud in the sky.
I hear you whisper,
“With Me one day you’ll fly.”
Love glides by
Like a frozen piece of ice.
I hear you whisper,
“Life with you is nice.”
Life walks by
Like a couple strolling in love.
I hear you whisper,
“I wait for you above.”

12.3.19 Tuesday 1:24 AM
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: The love of God

Being Someone’s Special Someone

Special to no one, that’s what I am.
Or should I say that’s what I am not.
I am not the thought that lays on one’s mind,
Not the one who get his blood boiling hot.
So many words can flatter a woman or man,
Yet even those are hard to come by.
Except of course when one wants to use me
If convenient enough for them to try.
I miss being special to a man,
Being the only one he could think of.
Spending every moment he had with me,
Telling me of his undying and faithful love.
Not a day would go by without a call.
Not a night would end without his voice.
Within every breath of sincerity,
I could tell I was his first and only choice.
I have been a sucker at times for some
Who convinced me I was special to them
Only to later find out I was the sucker
Who made it way too easy for him.
Someday I’ll be special again
To a man who will mean every word.
He will think too much of me
To ever have me waiting in second or third.
He will call to tell me good morning.
He me call to tell me good night.
He will call just to see how my day went
And make sure everything is alright.
And knowing my heart the way he will,
He’ll know my every prayer and wish
Is to know that everything is alright with him,
As I would so care about how he is.
My man who make me feel I am special to him
Because his heart will accept nothing less
Will be the simple hero my simple heart needs,
And to me he’ll be more than special, he’ll be the BEST.
Thank You, God, for thinking I am special,
For going to the cross to prove Your love for me.
Even when You send that Mr. Special into my life,
He will never be as special as You will always be.

7-2-2000 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: bummed over not being someone’s special
PS… Lord, thank You for helping to KNOW I am someone special to You!

A Woman Saving Love

Saving love.
Just what am I saving it for?
If I find it hard to believe it lasts,
Why do I keep wanting more?
Women and men are vulnerable,
But hearts are wounded knights
Who gave up the right to happiness
To hold the maiden at night.
So why is it this young lady
Feels as though she’s defeated?
Love has got to be a better weapon,
Even more when it’s repeated.
You can’t give up on love
Just because you have been bruised.
That’s like giving up on life
Just because your soul was abused.
God has been there to shelter you
And bring you love in Him.
Don’t abandon the One who loves you
Just because you’re tired of fighting them.

1-5-1992 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Choose the Pattern

God is there and waiting for me to grow.
To learn what’s right, and saying no.
He’s given me a shelter of warmth and great protection.
Now it’s left up to me to choose the right direction.
Must I really go for something to only hurt me,
And take a chance that my blessing will desert me?
Maybe growing up is a thing of God showing us the way.
To give up what will destroy us before we throw love away.
I’m not sure of what I’m learning at this time.
But I feel as though God has something on my mind.

12-6-1990 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

It’s Your Decision

God is such a caring man, He doesn’t even ask
That You would be His child, if to you it is a task.
He gives an opportunity to choose your own path,
And when you opt to walk away, it only makes Him sad.
He’s waiting at the gate for you, a paradise at hand.
Won’t you give a little love and try to understand?

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

Experience His Amazing Grace

God is caring and loving.
His love will never cease.
His miracles continue.
There will yet be peace.
Come into His heavenly world.
Let Him in your heart.
Let today be the first of
A long and wonderful start.
The warmth you’ll feel within,
Could never be replaced.
So turn to God and experience
His amazing grace.
Jesus will forgive you
Of any sin you confess.
For as He died upon the cross,
He laid your sin to rest.
Your Lord is waiting for you,
Expecting only love,
To take you to a heavenly world
Waiting up above.

11-18-1988 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

OUTER SPACE?

Outer Space? That big black hole? Those stars?
Or maybe the moon and planet Mars?
What exactly do you expect me to write about space?
My inexperience defeats my case.
I’m not an astronaut, nor NASA pro.
I only know what I barely know.
The poem from school had lost the end
When Pluto was rejected as a friend.
Then Mr. X was invited in,
But I do not know the latest spin.
Yet beyond all that’s in the galaxy,
There is a Savior waiting for me!
He has made those wondrous sites
That I shall see on my heavenly flight.
I’ll be so excited to share,
But you’ll have to wait till you’re there.
     HURRY UP!!

3-3-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: My brother and friends use to love to challenge me to write about random topics they would come up with. This one was actually a challenge from my son.

Your Virtue

As pure as the snow,
your virtue is a way to survive.
With all the complications,
how do you stay alive?
You’ve got the special things
everyone should long for,
but that brings you above all
and special all the more.
Keep your smile for pleasantries
and fight this world for peace.
Your virtue is something special,
but to others just a piece.
If you ever need to talk,
call me for the time,
and when you need more than that
put God within your mind.

7-10-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. For Homey

My Silent Scream

My pen, my pen… it begs to cry,
Yet the empty lines seem to imply.
I do cry… I scream… and I scream,
By finding the words in only a dream…
A dream that cannot even find a way
To voice my cry or try to convey.
My heart… my soul… it searches long.
I cannot even write it in a song.
So many ghosts and waiting villains
Make it clear, “They’ll be no tellings.”
The flesh itself weakens fast.
Memories and strength don’t last.
And in the end who really cares?
God does… and every burden I bear.
If my mind is so drawn away from him,
Then he bids me, “Deal with them!”
And just as sure as he bids me to,
He lovingly whispers, “This is my testimony for you.”
So on and on I seek, as I pray…
Waiting for the words to come my way.

12-9-16 written by Gail

Clinging

Clinging to a mighty God
generous with mercy and grace,
I seek to know His way.
I long to see His face.
He tells me that I’m His
and that He’ll always care.
I just want to know
wherever I go, He’ll be there.
Mindful of His children,
our Father looks out for us.
The great Judge
knows what is just.

5-24-12 Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Isaiah 63-66

What Have I Come To?

Unable to communicate,
unable to do,
seeking for my purpose,
what have I come to?
That which I know
does nothing I see.
That I do
offends and disagrees.
That which others want
is not your desire,
and if it is,
I’m obviously fired.
Hanging on
to hanging in,
I wonder if
I’ll glorify you again.

5-28-12 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Floating Nest

Moanings and groanings,
I hear all around me.
The flock is restless.
Their sighs have found me.
The unknown day
of opening the door
seems so far away
when we’ve found no shore.
Our lingering spirits
threaten to doubt
all that God has promised
to bring us out.
As our prayers are lifted,
a calming arrives.
His Faithful Spirit
lovingly revives.
The flock is comforted
and finds sweet rest
knowing that God provided
this floating nest.

6-25-15
written by Gail Brookshire

Pursuit of Faithfulness

Long ago, You and I met.
You pursued my wondering heart.
You saw something in me I didn’t.
Something You saw from the start.
It was You in me,
Yet I had never known Your presence.
You would make yourself known.
I would fall in love with Your essence.
Growing together along the way,
It was You who was leading me,
Teaching me so much about You
And how You desired for things to be.
More and more Your vision
Would become my very own.
I have never regretted
You melting my heart of stone.
Each day holds something new
To reassure me of my place
Within Your faithful love
And Your tender embrace.

6-23-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Faithful Savior

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

You Don’t Say

Days come and go.
Events occur and pass.
Many questions go unanswered
because they’re never asked.
The clouds are gazed upon.
The days are far spent.
No words are heard in the wind,
though I pause to listen.
Are You trying to speak?
Are You trying to convey?
Am I genuinely focused?
Am I waiting to obey?
Do I trust Your silence?
Do I trust Your way?
When You only ask for faith,
do I trust what You don’t say?

April, 2016 written by Gail Brookshire