Penned Through the Pages

Words of a Savior penned through the pages.
Salvation shared throughout the ages.
A King, a bride, a wedding invitation.
A Father, a Son, reconciliation.
Chariots of Fire, a mansion prepared.
Save your oil. None can be spared.
Baby Jesus, baby Moses, twins that fight in the womb.
False imprisonment, wrongful death, finding the empty tomb.
Baby Samsom, baby Samuel, my strength comes from the Lord.
Baby Isaac, baby Ishmael, sin lies at the door.
Do not fear. Don’t be afraid. Angels out of nowhere.
Fight the bear. Fight the giant. David is in despair.
Mother Mary, Harlot Mary, Jesus is Lazarus’ friend.
John the Baptist, John the disciple, a Revelation in the end.

2.25.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

LYING DISGUST

Lying is such a disgust to God.
He doesn’t like us to imply what’s not.
People are misled and told a lie
when life is brief and flying by.
We can’t afford to waste our breath
forsaking words of life for death.
Prophet, priest, and servant alike
are to save and comfort with words of life.
Particularly in God’s house and people,
we are to be Holy, not weak and feeble.
Filth and lies do not belong there.
God will not tolerate nor bear
the insult to His Holy name.
This is not a test, nor a game.
Please give your words and mouth
to the Lord who cares what comes out.
Save the lost and going astray.
You will save yourself along the way.

6-14-12 Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration:Jeremiah 6-9

ALL BELONGS TO CHRIST

Everything belongs to Christ.

We are to endure at all times.

We are to give thanks in all,

and give our hearts, bodies, and minds.

Seeking first what is God’s.

Putting others before ourselves.

Discipling our every being

with His divine help.

Honoring the Christ who died

to give us eternal life,

we are to live in peace,

forsaking divisive strife.

5-26-12 Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: 1 Corinthians 9-11

I Follow Despite!

Following Your lead, I follow despite
Any reservations, dread, or fright.
I watch for signs and trust Your word,
Trying to stay true, no matter what I’ve heard,
Trusting that You have heard my prayer,
Knowing that You always love and care.
Unsure if my death is what You ask,
I become afraid of every little task.
Knowing You hate lack of faith,
I try to put on a happy face.
My spirit is unsettled, my mind scattered,
And every bit of my nerves are shattered.
And then in darkness, I feel Your touch,
Reminding me that You love me so much.
The last thing You want is to torture me.
You suffered on a cross to set my pain free.
Help me to trust You even when I’m lost.
Thank You for dying upon my cross.
No one will ever compare to Your sacrifice.
Because of Your death, I have eternal life.

4-21-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Home Can Only Be Home With Jesus!

Home is where the heart is…
That’s what they say anyway,
But so many people can’t be there
And are trapped so far away.
Stranded in bodies or buildings
So cold to their feelings.
Every day faced with
Such cruel dealings.
Lord, thank you for holding our hearts,
For living there too.
Home can only be home
When we’re finally with you!

6-18-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Harmless As Doves

Wilt thou be made whole?
That is so easy to answer.
Faith is the cure
But obedience the enhancer,
Obedience that includes
To love one another,
Not to be so violent
Or ugly to others.
We are not to let
Our egos be pleased.
We are to be of good cheer
And share our peace.

7-8-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Your Poetry

Dear Lord, I want to live in Your poetry.
Your words are so beautiful, so powerful…
And when You bless me with them,
I am overwhelmed.
When Your grace flows through my pen,
I am amazed that You would choose me.
I am in awe to be Your poet.
I thank You for that honor, that privilege.
I cherish the gift to share You with others.
May Your message reach those to whom You want.
I know they have touched me often.
Thank You, Father God.
Thank You.
“Your poetry” is still the greatest!
“Your written word” comforts us all!

4-14-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)