I Need…
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
Chains of Sin
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
My God
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
Like the Dew
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
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Weight of Words
There is power in our words Unseen cause and effect unheard Life to the flesh or death disturbed There is weight to our words. There is power in our words Building blocks of encouragement Or crushing of the Spirit and
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Thorn of Memory
I wonder could the “thorn” in the flesh be a memory? A place of deepest grief or personal Calvary. That thing that is gone yet faintly lives in minds Where the heart is sometimes consumed by its thought from time
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Fragile as a Flower
I Want to Be…. Fragile as a flower Yet, fierce as lion’s roar Gentle with hearts of hurting Yet, causing Satan’s mourn. Strong into the battle Weak before His throne Zealously pursing Yet, grace to stop for groans. Confident of
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Paper Dolls
There is such vibrance in the body of Christ. Yet, rarely do we see His intended operation. The uniqueness of Christ in each of us is so desperate to pour out in our territories….our fields of ministry. Yet, we tend
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
To Whom I’m Betrothed
It was never meant that any should take His place. For He must be first…in all things and in all ways. Every relationship must rest under His headship first…every desire must be 2nd to His…every longing must be weaker than
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Sear the Wound
Satan is a master at digging into an old wound. For he knows exactly what your history holds. Where each painful memory resides and he does all he can to bring it to mind. When a wound heals it doesn’t
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