Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
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
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
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
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 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
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
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
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
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
