Sin to the Surface
He has watched He has waited He has grieved At hearts deceived. Healing comes on His wings Wholeness knocks at the door Yet, sin must come to the surface Giving it no more room to speak. Honesty is
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Suffering Saint
We do people no favors when we quickly dismiss their pains. For in the outward pouring of it all shall come healing. Healing is a process very often. Do not rush God and His work. For every heart is unique
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Let the Battle Rage
The enemy whispers a constant cry “You will never win.” My head it lifts with promised seed I give a big ole’ grin. For he did miss my training field Where Christ secured my heart Where weeping watered the
A Distinguished Mark
Within the body of The Christ Is a beautiful and diverse array. No two prophets are just alike Nor are pastors and teachers the exact same. … For inside of each hearts they do bleed And flow with unique, prophetic
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Your Birthright
A pain is deep inside Christ’s heart For He has seen within. And just as Esau’s flesh did wince You’ve sold your birthright to men. You’ve exchanged it for the lesser things For power this earth does hold But
Shipwrecked
The Maker of the waves Does send a daunting save That speaks of ships of loss Where storms they came to toss. But underneath the sea Is the sound of Destiny That comes to call you nigh To leaves
The Hole in the Wall
In secret resides great sin Of priestly wardrobed men Thought hidden from others view But Christ Has spotted truth. Within the inner courts Is worship of gods and more A coming prophetic wind Will remove the veil to sin.
Ordinary
One of the most dangerous places to live…is in the “ordinary.” It’s right up there with the “natural.” It presupposes God is less than who He is. In order to go with God, you’ll have to live in the
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The River
THE RIVER “its a rising” Do you hear the water swell? And where the river runs Life will soon live there. It washes well the heart of man It flourishes the vines. The fruit will grow abundantly With nourishment
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When I’m Gone
I passed by a grave today I bowed my head to pray “I sure hope they knew Your love Before their life was done.” I don’t expect a big ole’ plot I’d prefer they place a cross I pray
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