Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When It’s My Time
When it’s my time to go on home And leave this world behind I pray I leave a legacy That’s gentle and very kind. I pray there will be many That testify of His grace Not because of what
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When it’s my time to go on home And leave this world behind I pray I leave a legacy That’s gentle and very kind. I pray there will be many That testify of His grace Not because of what
The flock of birds flew in unison Heading to a garden of grace They had heard of a tree inviting Each one to ,”Come and taste.” The journey was long and desolate Yet strength was gained in flight And
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Coming around the corner, I drove to the edge of my driveway when a sound caught my attention. A sudden gust of wind quickly stirred and it was as if an army of rattling leaves encircled me waving timelessly in
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Consider the lilies And how they do grow No toiling or spinning But wrapped all aglow. They worry for nothing For Father does know Consider the lilies And how they do grow. Consider the ravens And how they
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I was cleaning dishes on this particular day and I was so grateful for the way the Lord had tenderly spoken to me already. Worshiping Him this day was a sweet time and it left my heart so tender to
What colors will my wings be, Lord, When it is time to fly? And will a sound of victory be heard When from the cocoon I rise? Oh Father, maybe yellow then A pale and meekish hue But mix
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a pain deep in your heart It will not let you go You’ve tried to fill it many times Down dark and dusty roads. You’ve wandered long in lusty rooms But empty was all you found There
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
If never a bruised reed you are Then Christ and His heart may be far For brokenness does bring a sweet scent That multiplies Christ while He sifts. When needs come to sudden manifest In people who perhaps are
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a season of stripping that Joseph must endure. From the prophetic dreams of the Lord’s heart comes a wilderness season of training. It is the only way to prophetic fulfillment. Joy resides with a dream Of future
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Remember….. When once thine eyes were full Of faith and great delight When love deep in your heart Brought others to The Christ. When faith it filled your lungs And joy was fresh and full Think of those dear