Rally the Troops
Rally The Troops There’s felt a heavy weight Who’s source is Heaven’s gate The burden from a heart To tend to those with scars. In pondering Thy trusted voice is a desire to reach but more Oh that thy life
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Great Mistake
A Great Mistake There’s such great mistake that’s often made In seeing one sent a natural way Dressing them as we might desire Yet, Christ sends out by Sovereign power. Woman or man be cautious you see Christ He has
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Jump
Jump Faith requires you to jump Off the ground to arms of trust If on the ground you do remain Then on the ground you’ll always stay. Come as children, hunger and thirst Tossed in air till laughter bursts Bring
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Unknown Saints
Harken O’ saints Of unknown reknown Christ is preparing His trumpet to sound. Voices they come to cry in the night Billows they roll with thundering cries. Tune now thine ears to those never heard Men showing forth as John
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Open The Door
Open the door dare not leave it shut For power awaits, do answer Thy touch. Strength it has left many a limbs Workings of flesh and strivings of men. Open the door to that I desire The Giver of gifts
Tend Thy Sheep
I was washing dishes when I heard the first line of this poem begin. Honestly, I wasn’t contemplating anything or pondering with the Lord at this time. I find He is able to interrupt our daily lives in the mundane
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Have We Drank?
Have We Drank? Have we Drank from His cup truly Have we tasted His blood unto death Have we given Him all our possessions And counted them as loss instead. Have we wept over the broken Do we have His
Shoes
Be careful who’s shoes you do use For where they’ve walked you’ll walk too Mire and muck will cause thee stuck Sin that seeps and darkness tucked. Shoes may need to stay behind Press on new, no clinging vines Cut
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Blow O Wind..
Blow O Wind.. Blow O wind strong as you must But in my Father I do trust My strength is growing with the rain See, my roots go deep in strain. Come you may so cold and wet But warm
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Tears Make Us Tough…
Laughter is good But so are tears Do not cover thy pain and thy fears. CHRIST is the rock who sets thee firm Give ALL thy valleys and struggles.. not SOME. Give Him all that pierces and shakes Pour out
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