Captured
A word does stir within my heart A warning from The Christ Be careful of nets skillfully sown A web of deceitful might. Assignments launched in flesh colored skins Sent to stall your move Patient and kind to natural
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Tattered Hearts
There is no heart that is bullet proof. The heart that takes continual blows will become severely tattered. Whether it is outwardly seen or not Christ Jesus knows intimately the wounds of one’s heart. While some have successfully built a
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Breach in the Wall
There will be not one moment that Christ misses the shunning of one of His own. For He will always defend His sheep. I see much heart rot within our body and it seems we think it’s acceptable to misuse,
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Fear
Fear has a loud voice. Yet, at times it disguises itself as “wisdom and prudence.” Faith requires risk. It will often defy the natural order of things. I am not opposed to the earthy storing things up, saving finances, etc.
The Doors
Be careful of the open doors And what does lie behind For many doors are God ordained But some are just disguised. The devil knows just how to work To set a snare and trap And if you do
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Hidden Remnant
There needs to come a time when you are done with the ritual of our western church culture. How many Bible studies does one need in order to walk the thing out? We are forever learning yet never coming into
Reserved
There is a place for you at the Kings table. It is an assigned seat really. It never is given away because it was designed before the foundations of the world just for you. You were made to fill the
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Let Us Reason
Let us reason... We are to be a people of truth, righteousness, holiness. In my own self I see some of my past beliefs as blunders of errors due to theologies driven by mankind, rather than the Lord Jesus.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Road Home
I long for a land full of evergreens Trees with branches begging a swing Twirling and twirling with Jesus, My King Pure, lovely, and admirable things. In a world that’s getting darker by day Drawing our eyes in sinister waysOrder Your Magazine
