Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Mercy of the Altar
Dare not charge God as fraud to men When sought Him not before we went. Tis’ not His job to bless our works But tis’ our job to ask Him first. When all does fail and blame we God
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Prayer of Tears
There’s a prayer that carries Power and weight Yet uttered is not a word. It’s the anguished pain That falls from one’s eyes The prayer of the voiceless heard. It’s a prayer that moves mountains And touches God’s
The Stones
For some days, I noticed the constant references to ‘stones” in the scriptures. In the back of my mind was a gentle whisper,yet, I did not know what to do with it, However, my daily reading built a log of
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a King
There is a King To whom I’m betrothed I bear His royal blood. There is a Father To whom I adore Who created me with love. There is One only To whom I work An employer He is
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When It’s My Time
When it’s my time to go on home And leave this world behind I pray I leave a legacy That’s gentle and very kind. I pray there will be many That testify of His grace Not because of what
The Tree and it’s Branches
The flock of birds flew in unison Heading to a garden of grace They had heard of a tree inviting Each one to ,”Come and taste.” The journey was long and desolate Yet strength was gained in flight And
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Brand New Day
Coming around the corner, I drove to the edge of my driveway when a sound caught my attention. A sudden gust of wind quickly stirred and it was as if an army of rattling leaves encircled me waving timelessly in
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Consider
Consider the lilies And how they do grow No toiling or spinning But wrapped all aglow. They worry for nothing For Father does know Consider the lilies And how they do grow. Consider the ravens And how they
Green
I was cleaning dishes on this particular day and I was so grateful for the way the Lord had tenderly spoken to me already. Worshiping Him this day was a sweet time and it left my heart so tender to
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
My Wings
What colors will my wings be, Lord, When it is time to fly? And will a sound of victory be heard When from the cocoon I rise? Oh Father, maybe yellow then A pale and meekish hue But mix
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