The Road Called Lost
There was a road called “Lost”
Which I traveled at great cost
With crooked streets and no road signs
When all seemed to be left behind.
There was a road called “Lost”
Which I traveled at great cost
With crooked streets and no road signs
When all seemed to be left behind.
While working this morning I heard the first line of this poem begin when I soon realized I was seeing a vision of myself rooted in a deep bed of soil in a field.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
It was around 4:30 this morning when I awoke to these words stirring in my heart and Spirit. It must be important to the Lord.
What is it that crushed your spirit, dear
That wrecked your heart and left it seared
That moment in time when the clock stood still
And seemed to devastate an act of goodwill?
If the road was told a bit too soon The heart would dare not hold For Jesus knows what we can take And how it should unfold. We sure might like a forward glance But Jesus whispers, “No.” So
There’s a love who sees the deepest pains
The ones you can’t even begin to name
The silent groans that linger long
That seem to stir the sorrowed song.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s a prophet with a pen
Who God calls with His wind
To nourish hearts in need
Who hide their pain and grief.
My job has been to fight for the oppressed
No matter what the cause, I’m called to address.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I know it feels you can’t go on
But Jesus says, “You will.”
Just run into His righteous arms
To rest and just be still.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
If a hurting soul is bedridden
Can Jesus send you there?
For in the hospital you might go
To be a light to share.