Unseen
There is a hidden, subtle surge When something in Christ is disturbed At times you seem but confused For much of the time we refuse. A heart at times fails to heed A warning Christ sends as He sees For
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When…
When human hearts are slow to go When need revealed is never sown When worldly things capture time When life becomes familiar rhymes. When death becomes a comfort zone When life abundant is never known When hearts are led by
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
If Christ Never Looked..
What if Christ never looked Upon the darkest need If He just decided It wasn’t His to see. Would little girls in chains Ever be set free Would addicts shooting up Hear of the “High-est” King? What if He turned
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
To Be Small
I think I’ll choose to stay small When everyone seems to like tall I’m settled with being unseen For Christ has a good view of me. I watch a world of prestige Climbing the ladders of esteem Wanting to be
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Color of Sadness
I often see sadness in the eyes of a person. There is a visible sign of sorrow. Maybe it is only recognizable to those who know intimately …sorrow or sadness. If you have never been in a well of sorrow,
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Christ Walking…
Can I ask what stirs thy heart And causes passion to rise Can I ask you to be honest Do you see with Father’s eyes? For apathy and complacency Has rested in the Church The Church who once was vibrant
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
If Christ were like the Church…
Lord..forgive me for the delay. It is time and today…I have chosen whom I will serve. Bring yourself glory and reveal that which your Holy Spirit revealed to me on my own personal island of Patmos. For I have seen
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
In the Breaking…
It was in the breaking of the bread That the disciples saw The Christ Until that moment came A veil covered their eyes. It was in the sorrowed heart Of Hannah as she prayed Unable to utter words An answer
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
My “Too Much”
When I ponder all your ways I WORSHIP you and say With “little girl-like” ways You really are “My Too Much.” From songs to poetry To prophetic worshiping Where your heart stirs inside of me Yes…you’re “My Too Much.” When
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Gift
Psalm 84:5-7 Blessed is the man whose strength is in you, Whose heart is set on pilgrimage (mission). As they pass thru (cross over) the valley of Baca (weeping), They make it a spring (fountain or well). The RAIN also
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