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
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
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Extend
I’ve found with Christ I must cling tight The billows they ebb and flow And often pain will sear like rain From many changing roads. You’ll have to release your own grief And sometimes you’ll walk alone So, trust
Awaken
For a few days there has been a stirring of worship in me. My heart began to long for worship. To sing worship. It has been a tangible feeling of the Lord. As I talked with Him about it on
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I AM DEBORAH
In Deborah is the Spirit calling out to me to become a mighty warrior daughter. A daughter who innately cares for the sheep and is known as a Mother to many without a Father. While she tenderly listens to each
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Rainstorm
The ground is dry. You can see the cracks begin to go deeper and deeper. We need a rainstorm. We are far past the need of a gentle shower now. In many areas death is looming. The people are
The Empty Well
I visit a well often. It’s deep and wide. I search for hours, turning to days, for comfort and love. It offers me nothing. For some unknown reason I continue to visit this well where my cries and screams echo
Blessed is the man (or woman)…
I was sitting in a revival this past week when the Lord began to speak regarding Psalm 1. The preacher spoke of the tree by the river. When I returned home I began to sit with the Lord and this
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Naked Before God
I enter into His presence this morning with a request. A request for the Lord to strip me naked before Him. To uncover every hidden pattern of sin, lofty pride, spirit of jealousy, bitterness, anger, impure motives of the heart,
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Unseen
There’s a training by His Spirit To see what is unseen For much it does look good When there are hidden things. To others all looks well But Christ does send a cry “Look beyond the veil For Satan has
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