He Restoreth My Soul

Life can run so far away
with the sanity I need.
My traumatized nerves
begin to plead.
Yet one more thing rushes in
and threatens my cry.
Will my prayer be heard?
Will you pass me by?
“Of course not!”,
You lovingly chide.
“You know that I
am by your side.”
Your strong voice,
Your tender heart,
take me by the hand.
“We are never apart.”
My day washes away
and I become whole.
I am with my God.
He restoreth my soul.

7-6-15
written by Gail Brookshire

A Pastor’s Love

A pastor’s love for his people.
A shepherd’s heart for his sheep.
He is so protective
With those he’s been given to keep.
A faithful prayer warrior.
A faithful attentive ear.
A servant ready to serve.
A friend who’s always near.
God’s man is always on duty.
He’s always on call.
Never leaving his flock,
Even when they fall.
Interceding for his fold.
Interacting with his people.
Strengthening the strong.
Carrying the feeble.

7-7-15
written by Gail Brookshire

Inspiration: Pastors Jimmy Dykes and Randy Bray

He Has Things All Planned Out

Our lives are planned out
by a God who has His own plans.
He doesn’t always tell us,
but He has us in His hands.
What we will accomplish
or what we will not,
whether it’s for ourselves
or what we desire for God,
is not always the same
as what He desires.
But trusting and obeying
are what He admires.
And what we pass on
or desire for our children
may not be the same
as how God will build them.
Yet they, too, have a plan
that God has personally designed
to love God
with all of their heart, soul, and mind.
Dear God in heaven,
as You plan my day
please make sure it includes You
in every way.

7-8-15
written by Gail Brookshire

He Has Come to Dwell

My Lord and Savior, my Love of My Life! You cause me to fall more and more in love with You each day… and night! 😉

You and I were having alone time, and I was trying to bring my troubles to You in ink. So many times You whisper You’re ready to write, and in between that which vies for my mind and my desire to only give You perfection, I often times tend to tear it up. But this morning as I began to write this poem, something was starting to speak to me. And there You were… the Watchman! From the moment You arrived on the scene to the title You would give me in the last line, the message was clear… You are here to dwell.  ❤

He Has Come to Dwell

Memories that linger,
But not for their pleasure.
They stay at length,
But not for good measure.
Days that were endless
Remind me they’re long gone,
But nights that were relentless
Seem to stay strong.
Nightmares and visions,
Unwelcomed and uninvited
Keep me and serenity
Cruelly divided.
But there is a Watchman
Who guards at my chest.
My racing heart beat
Sends Him on a quest.
Angry with evil
For choking my world,
My Knight arrives
And draws His sword.
Peace, love,
And renewing thoughts.
My Savior has won
The battle He fought.
He has returned my night
And my sleep as well.
I’ve no more to fear.
He has come to dwell.

11.14.2018 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

PS. You gave me the words to write this poem then had me think on Your hymn…
How Can I Fear With Jesus? by Ron Hamilton. As I began to sing it, I was in awe of how similar they were. It’s always been one of my favorite songs You led me to, but I have not listened to it in quite a bit.

How Can I Fear With Jesus? by Ron Hamilton

When shadows fall and the night covers all
There are things that my eyes cannot see.
I never fear, for the Savior is near.
My LORD abides with me!

How can I fear? Jesus is near!
He ever watches over me!
Worries all cease; He gives me peace.
How can I fear with Jesus?

When I’m alone and I face the unknown
And I fear what the future may be,
I can depend on the strength of my Friend!
He walks along with me.

How can I fear? Jesus is near!
He ever watches over me!
Worries all cease; He gives me peace.
How can I fear with Jesus?

Jesus is King! He controls everything!
He is with me each night and each day.
I trust my soul to the Savior’s control;
He drives all fear away!

How can I fear? Jesus is near!
He ever watches over me!
Worries all cease; He gives me peace.
How can I fear with Jesus?

You make me fall more and more in love with You each day.
No matter what comes (and it inevitably will),
it will have to face You, my faithful Savior who has come to dwell! ❤

You Carry Me

gaillovesgodspoetry

Drawn to everything about You,
I seek to read Your word.
I listen for everything about You.
I cherish all I’ve heard.
Taking You with me inside,
I venture back into life.
I am trusting every promise
To see me through my strife.
Through each challenge arising,
I see You in every way.
You are carrying me
Through each and every day.
As the evening approaches
And the night settles in,
I have found I made it
Carrying You within.
As I lay my head down
And close my eyes to the night,
I trust in the rest You send.
Sweet dreams and goodnight.

7-9-15 written by Gail Brookshire

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Striving Among the Strife

gaillovesgodspoetry

Striving for You
in a world striving against You,
in a world striving against anyone
who strives for You.
Striving to love one another
in a world that doesn’t love You,
yet You loved them anyway,
and still do.
Striving to obey Your law
by obeying the law of man,
when their law goes against You
and all who would dare to stand.
Striving for peace
in a world filled with hate.
Their love confuses them
because Yours is up for debate.
Trusting in Your will
when Your will is not ours,
when evil seems to be given
unthinkable powers.
To doubt or fear
is to judge You in haste.
There is not a moment of life
that You waste.

7-10-15 written by Gail Brookshire

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Selfishly Faithful

gaillovesgodspoetry

How selfish am I
while I think I’m so thoughtful?
How greedy am I
when I think I am so giving?
How wicked am I
when I think I am so Holy?
Just because I read Your Word,
maybe faithfully,
maybe sporadically,
does that make me heroic?
Does it even make me obedient?
Does it make me hypocritical?
How precious is Your Word.
How precious is Your time.
How precious is Your whisper.
Yet I take each for granted.
How privileged must I think You are
to have me read Your Word,
to spare my time,
to be a good steward
of that which You bless me with.
Lord, make me truly grateful,
make me faithful,
make me Holy,
according to Your standards.

7-11-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My results in a bible reading challenge.

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