Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When the Rain comes The dryness is gone Callous old souls Are revived with new songs. When the rain comes The Word comes alive No longer text Just read without life. When the rain comes Love has new feet Quick
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There once was a little bird Sitting inside her cage She watched as the others Frolicked and played. She sang all alone From the depths of her soul Songs of deliverance From high notes to low. She wondered at what
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
If you’ll listen closely You’ll hear the sweetness of the Lord In the bird that’s singing Or the rain as it pours. You’ll hear Him as the wind blows As it drifts thru out the leaves You’ll even hear in
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
O’ Father, I need Lord, to give thee thine heart For Father its beating is sure now to stop It’s full now, too full Lord, of sorrows scarred marks O’ Father, I need Lord to give thee thine heart. O’
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Isn’t it our human nature that holds onto the temporal things in life. Till one day we realize Christ is calling us to move…yet moving is refused by our anchored hearts. There will be a season of our lives when
My heart has been so tendered as I have watched several friends walk through a season of deep grief. Some have lost a child years ago and others just a year ago. Through a season of personal grief the Lord
I need not lift my voice I need not be loud I need no fanfare I need not be proud. I need not long prayers No eloquent words No theological wealth I need but a thirst. I need no applause
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Sin upon sin like links of chain One begets another without refrain. Soon it is lengths beyond thine eyes Yet Father in Heaven sees far and wide. To break it’s grip upon thy life You will need a repentant cry.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Our Creator knows exactly how to speak to us. How to get a grin from us. How to stir a deep delight in us. I have learned each time He wins me over…He is delighted Himself. He delights in us
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Your Word is like the Dew That lifts a wilted soul Refreshes as the sun When weariness grabs hold. Full of tender drops That wets in droughts and toil Bread of life indeed Cleansing inner soil. Thy Word it carries
