Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
It starts in loving less our friends Even hiding little heart sins It moves to where compassion wanes Now we see love begins to fade. From passion and zeal for our fellow man To distance that grows with each demand
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s pearls and diamonds And royal gems Strings of beads And beaded trims Lace that’s lots And lots of lace Rubies and emeralds And amethysts made. There’s crowns that dazzle And scepters that shine Shiny fabrics with embroidered twine There’s
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s a beautiful peace in knowing Christ sees your heart and circumstances and He has tenderly reassured you of His presence and path for you. When fervent prayer has preceded answers…an inner peace causes you to be immovable regardless of
It’s winter nights That draw thee near As wind’s blow thru That pierce as sheers. But in the chill A warmth ignites The Father’s love Does run from high. And when thy child Is near His fire Tells He does
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I was getting a little antsy with the Lord as the Night at the Well event drew near. The Lord had only given me one word….literally. No scripture…nothing else. I have learned I am just not interested in a message
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The rainbow can’t come Until it first rains Dandelions, tulips And lilies refrain The seed in the dirt Will be a dead weight And nothing shall grow Until it first rains. A dream it lays dormant Until it first rains
When Strength Comes Your head starts to lift Christ has begun Restoring again. When strength comes Renewed is thy heart Passions restored Love is His mark. When strength comes Fear you’ll resist Press to the mark With true faithfulness. When
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
“You’re ship is about to sail” I heard the shipmaster say It’s time to get on board The wind is blowing today. As a sailboat sails oceans deep It’s propelled by delicate winds. But should the wind cease to blow
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Sunshine and rainbows Sweet daffodils Roses and tulips Beaded lace frills A field full of dandelions Waiting a blow A flock of His birds Digging in snow. Watermelons so red It drips of such taste Willows that weep With purple
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When the King Calls A choice you will make To follow His voice And lose all the waste. When the King calls Persistent He’ll be Don’t think for a minute He gives up easily. When the King calls A newness
