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
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
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
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
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
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Thy Mountains..
How sweet it is upon the mount with Christ. Just as Moses experienced..His presence can leave you with such radiance aglow. I often would like to stay in my little closet..for it’s safe there with my Father. But there is
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Reflection
Isn’t sin so subtly destructive…little things are big things. We have become a people who declare ourselves of “little sins”..therefore we somehow feel it alright with our souls. Yet joy will flee…His life in us will fade..and soon we will
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