What If..
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
The Little Violin
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
Draw The Water
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
Clean The Temple
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
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
To Know God’s Way With You
There is a critical need in the body of Christ today as a whole and as individuals to hear the voice of God. We tend to compartmentalize how He speaks..trying to box Him in when it has not been His
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
In His Grip
In His grip I see His suffering Deep grief as Father weeps An inner shaking of a gentle giant Yet with fury as the King of Kings. Debauchery fills His vision His gaze too pure to see Yet anger of
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Growing a Warrior..
There will be times in your walk with Christ that the trials surge with power. However, lesser still are they than the power of Christ Himself. I have learned much through His Word, His presence, and His nature…yet the greatest
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When You Stay Too Long…
Isn’t it hard to move to new places with the Lord sometimes? The heart is so deeply entangled with things of this world. Yet something inside of us stirs until we feel the heaviness of our “staying”…when we have “out
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Lost Slipper
The Lost Slipper A limp is noticed in thy sway A slipper lost along the way The road has swallowed and buried names Unclaimed My daughter’s inheritance today. She’s climbed the stairs and left her coach For Satan has caused
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Through His Eyes
It matters not what you see…only what He sees….then we must believe Him.. Through His Eyes I am lovely and holy A jewel carved by His hand. Through His eyes I am a warrior princess A daughter of the Great
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