Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
For several days I had felt the Lord impress upon me to take communion during our time together. Usually in this I am reading the passage of the breaking of bread, etc. Yet, today something just arose in me. We
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Poisoned Arrow Some arrows from Satan are meant just to graze Or even to fly by to cause fear to raise But deadly are others he sets in his sights Laced with a poison to slowly take life. The
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There once was a beautiful peacock Whose feathers were frayed and torn Her tail it drug behind her Swollen from rocks and thorns. Her colors had dulled and now dingy Covered in soot and debris And missing were many her
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
If you close your eyes to see The WORD a beautiful seed We quickly understand the “tug” When Christ decides to stand up. For at times He starts a slow step Then suddenly there’s a pull to the left Yet
There once was a little bitty teapot Whose spout was too small to pour The bigger teapots laughed at her smallness And overlooked her for adventurous chores. She nestled herself in the cupboard The darkness hiding her little tears Stains
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Remember the vision I spoke to your heart The seed deeply planted watered by God. Struggles and voices came to derail That which was sent by Heaven’s mail. Much is, yes, good…yet much just to-dos Now just a burden …where
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A bit under the weather I had been taking it easy when the Lord decided to begin writing. I will post other poems I received this am but this one delighted me so…I had to post it first:) As I
I wonder if it might be surprising when Christ reveals to us what was done in flesh versus “by My Spirit.” I am afraid the flesh has become so normal that we would not notice the Spirit missing. Much of
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When the page turns and the chapter’s closed When the bud blooms and the flower’s a rose. When seasons change and the hillside is new When the Lord says, “it’s time you shall move.” When the scenery is unfamiliar shades
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
You might have to fight tired But fight anyways. You might fight sick and a coward But fight anyways. Sometimes you’ll fight alone Keep fighting anyways. At times it’s close to home Yet fight anyways. Sometimes you’ll fight in pain
