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
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
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
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
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
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
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
