Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A resistance can not always be seen, yet felt The subtle undercurrent causes discernment to swell The little innuendo’s that sadden His face Grieve His Spirit and taint His Name. There’s Power, oh yes, in His very Word For from
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There comes a time when we are at “a border”..the border of something new on the horizon with Christ. The border of that which He has been preparing us for all our lives! There are always new borders..new lands..new battles…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Many do go Yet few are sent The Word of the Lord Not sent with them Messengers embraced With fleshly intent Jezebels flock Mere prophets of men Intellect strong And words that will grab Trained in our schools Professionally wrapped
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Wherever you choose to use me Feel free to move me there Wherever it is not, Lord, Please do remove my stare. Wherever my land is appointed And the inheritance held for me Wherever my joys and my sorrows Can
I was doing the mundane housework when I heard the Lord say “Mirage.” Not really a word I come across often. Since I did not feel it was a personal word of any type I had to sit with it
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Let this remain my outcry . Let this remain our legacy in His Church. Let this remain…for it’s His goodness that draws people unto Him…and they will know Him by that which we bear image of…let us bear the authentic
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A blighted rose; a tender shoot Young when planted; Shallow roots. Quickly comes disease and plague Wilting precious buds away. Shriveling soon some white remains Petals now are dipped with stains Kept from growth, stunted, sore Death is sure, the
I was visiting with a friend when she accidentally said “when the truth lies.” She corrected herself but we both knew the Lord had just spoken. As I began to ponder this and pray I was reminded of the times
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Be careful of the current It’ll catch you by surprise One second you are swimming The next could lose your life. If not paying close attention And float too far outside The pull will be too strong yet For you
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I believe, Lord, while I’m sleeping You’re working for me That while I am resting You’re setting me free. I believe while I’m sleeping You’re meeting my needs And while I am resting You watch over me. I believe while
