encouraging girls of all ages to take their places in the Kingdom
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s a rustling of the leaves Caused by unseen feet A circling little whirlwind A stirring as He speaks. Such a call so faintly In quiet heard on knees Orders sent from the heavenlies The rustling of mulberry trees. Take…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The heart of the Father is so very tender. Gentle…and loving. I am always mindful of His BIGNESS! (yes…I made that up:)) I find such difficulty with the human language. NO words are adequate…deep enough…full enough to describe Him. Yet,…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
To the broken I’d have little to say If not I’m broken first For I’d be unable to see the need The hunger and the thirst. The tears would still not move me much And longsuffering would yet be still…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Mirror mirror on the wall Does Thou see Thyself at all? Is His face and likeness shown Or is Thou hidden in sin unknown.. Child of mine I see Thy blood Marks you mine forever loved Yet I still see…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
As I have heard the sobs of broken hearts I have seen the Father come quickly to heal…and I ponder…rarely do I see this in churches I visit… When I look into the Word I see the sorrow of Nehemiah…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s a sound of deliverance That reckons the soul Gentle and pure yet a piercing of notes. Where altars are filled with the sound of deep cries Wailing and weeping as freedom takes flight. Darkness and demons ripped from ones…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
What if a service never closed While one at the altar prayed What if we could just settle there In case of unseen delays. What if in 5 more minutes Hard hearts had given way And the Spirit of the…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
He was in the mood for a sweet delight this morning as I sat with Him…:) Enjoy….He is writing your masterpiece.. There once was a little violin Her strings prepared just so She looked for a place to play The…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Deep is Thy well of life and love A cistern in thy midst Water living that giveth breath Waiting you to sift Come to Thee unto Thy well Where fountains and springs do flow Gather buckets and bring thy ropes…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Jesus was clear that His house shall be called a house of prayer. He was visibly upset at that which was going on in His house. So much so that He overturned the tables. Our meek and humble Savior is…
