Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Gap
I see a vast gap between what we know and what we do. It is a marvelous thing to know the scriptures. Yet, it means nothing if we have yet applied them to our lives. If I bear witness
Full Force Ahead
I see a ship Sailing in the night It comes under an unexpected attack. I wince at the noise of the struggle then hear the Heavenly Father start to speak: Look up, child. He has commanded angels to guard you.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Arise O’ Dreamer
It is once you’ve endured rejection that you then will be a vessel used to embrace others. For the deep wound stirred up a compassion so that others may be heard by you. It is the heart who has felt
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Cross the Border
I’ve reached the spot. The border that stands between me and the promised land. I stop paralyzed in fear as I consider the giants that have become squatters on my assigned property. “Cross the border,” I hear. “This is your
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Advance
For many the wait is over You must now move your feet For time has come for the Kingdom To move into the streets. Confined you’ve been to buildings Confined too in your hearts Confined by human workings Confined
The Race
I’m tired. The race has been so long and far; Yet, I look up to see Him on the other side of the finish line. A Heavenly host joins Him and it appears to be a huge cheering section beckoning
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Sin to the Surface
He has watched He has waited He has grieved At hearts deceived. Healing comes on His wings Wholeness knocks at the door Yet, sin must come to the surface Giving it no more room to speak. Honesty is
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Suffering Saint
We do people no favors when we quickly dismiss their pains. For in the outward pouring of it all shall come healing. Healing is a process very often. Do not rush God and His work. For every heart is unique
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Let the Battle Rage
The enemy whispers a constant cry “You will never win.” My head it lifts with promised seed I give a big ole’ grin. For he did miss my training field Where Christ secured my heart Where weeping watered the
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Distinguished Mark
Within the body of The Christ Is a beautiful and diverse array. No two prophets are just alike Nor are pastors and teachers the exact same. … For inside of each hearts they do bleed And flow with unique, prophetic
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