Pressure builds against the steel Gates that hold the river’s will Crashing loud with swishing sounds Water climbs excitement mounts. Soon the gate will open wide CHRIST will hold no more inside Downpours, rains, refreshing cries Souls soon drenched to
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
“Come” He says as I feel gentle waves The tide now has turned for His name sake… Yet there is a struggle to stay in the same One of such comfort and familiar names. This voice is relentless sends crashing
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s a water that carries to unknown bends Drifting so gently it may be dismissed It’s flow is such beauty it’s grace is so pure Ripples of movement by smallest of lures. Pristine and shining reflecting the Son Beckoning softly
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Shadows come in varying shapes Christ has come to name and trace Dimly seen though in plain view Brilliant lights that webs consume. Many crouch or placed on shelves Candles left behind to melt Oh, but now He does
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
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
