Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A magnificent painter once known For a hue of red he bestowed No other could mimic it’s array It’s beauty or vibrant shade. But Christ looked upon him each day Knowing the exact recipe made For the ingredients were stirred
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
What does one do when Christ calls When assignments seem tall as a wall One sets his face then to seek As Nehemiah and Ezekiel indeed. For face down you must now go Leaving the world and it’s clothes Removing
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There once was a little piano key Of beautiful ivory coloring Her sound was perfectly tuned Yet she was still sad and very blue. She played her note so exquisitely Yet found herself bored just listening She wondered why her
There’s power reserved for us all It descends when Christ makes the call A bathing from head to thy feet Such beauty is endowed by Thee. Dismissed as once long ago When Pentecost flooded each soul Today it’s rarely spoken
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Sweet child come near my feet For you are weary and fatigued I’ve waited for your sweet return I’ve watched you as every tear burned. I’ve seen thy turmoil and stress Wondering will there be a rest A long season
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
What happens when the purpose of God Has covered you with a word. A word of eternal plan only God can allow deterred. When A Word covers your life A javelin can be hurled But missed is but the mark
A sudden burst I breathe in Noticing a slight little grin For Christ has imparted His wind And faith does arise again. I find I almost laugh out loud Hearing His heart beating so loud There’s something He’s doing right
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
We tend to look to people when we are in need. Yet Christ wants us to go to Him first. For He is the only one who can fully mend, fully tend, fully restore. His breath alone can give you
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I find an interesting pondering Looking throughout the years The strongest and meekest of Christian Can rise with devastating austere. Admired and gifted from Heaven With destiny and favor and more Can be strong in the eyes of humans Yet
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a rhythm of Christ with me Yet, a different rhythm for you that’s unique At times our steps will be the same But other times I might be behind a refrain. The chords in my life may sound
