Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Oh if we could see the imprisoned hearts around us… there are days where weariness withholds my own vision. It’s not that Christ isn’t trying to show them to me…it’s merely that I refuse to see. I may be overwhelmed
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
My favorite place to worship is at the altar…The Lord tends to beckon me there should one be available. Of course, we can create an altar anywhere and I have by faith done so in my closet, in the midst
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Love is an unexpected gift Of time with a long lost friend Love is softened stains As one wipes the tears and tends. Love is a gentle squeeze When your strength is all but gone Love it perseveres To ensure
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I was driving when this song began stirring in my heart. In the next morning, the Lord finished it and I have fallen in love with His melody and heart in it. We soon will bring it together for others
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is the reading of the scripture That leaves still no effect Perhaps but a mere habit We need Rema..God’s “NOW” breath. A shouting of yes’s and agreed with “amen!” Yet never realizing the death deep within. When stories recounted
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Do dry bones know when their dry? For they are now void of life Hearing is dull and scarce Vision has gone and left. For only when Christ wakens these And the Holy Spirit pervades the dead leaves Will breath
There is a deep deep problem in the Kingdom Unseen by the natural eye But a hardness of heart of God’s people For others who are different than thine. Where hatred may not be so evident Yet a prejudice so
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When love fails the heart is hope deferred A repetitious cycle of lost-ness occurs When one pours out yet comes up short You may have to release all to the Lord. One can grow weary of waiting a heart To
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Be cautious my friends of what and whom you allow into your life, homes, or ministries. Not everything, nor everyone, is as they seem. We must now more than ever be very wise. There is a very real spiritual world
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There comes a time of restoration When the ancient ways will be again When prophets arise in a moment From a wilderness designed by God’s hand. No eloquence or worldly esteem , no.. They’ll be the smallest of the clan
