Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Tempest
Dear Jonah why have you fled For nowhere can you hide I see the paths you take I never close My eyes. The wind I’ve had to stir A tempest deep and wide Until thou answers, “Yes” The storm…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Log in Our Eyes
After years in ministry, my viewpoints have changed on many things. From doctrines I no longer believe as true to the way I share Christ with others. Deception starts early and not until intimacy with Christ is built personally does…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Good Father
It’s a beautiful thing, Lord To sit and think Of your lovely and very kind ways The way you hover over my heart And drive the clouds away. Your whisper is near beckoning clear “My child, I’ll be good…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Fresh Morning Rain
I awake to the pitter patter of morning rain. The scent seeps through my windowsills as if all of Heaven is stirring. The Lord is calling. The scent is fresh. There is no musty stench as I walk out the…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Reclaiming the Territory
The day has come when the Deborah in me arises and The Christ presses me onward into battle. The enemy has been on my land for some 7 years. But, just like God, 7 marks the completion of a…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Gap
I see a vast gap between what we know and what we do. It is a marvelous thing to know the scriptures. Yet, it means nothing if we have yet applied them to our lives. If I bear witness…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Full Force Ahead
I see a ship Sailing in the night It comes under an unexpected attack. I wince at the noise of the struggle then hear the Heavenly Father start to speak: Look up, child. He has commanded angels to guard you….
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Arise O’ Dreamer
It is once you’ve endured rejection that you then will be a vessel used to embrace others. For the deep wound stirred up a compassion so that others may be heard by you. It is the heart who has felt…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Cross the Border
I’ve reached the spot. The border that stands between me and the promised land. I stop paralyzed in fear as I consider the giants that have become squatters on my assigned property. “Cross the border,” I hear. “This is your…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Advance
For many the wait is over You must now move your feet For time has come for the Kingdom To move into the streets. Confined you’ve been to buildings Confined too in your hearts Confined by human workings Confined…
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