Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Fragile…
A reed is easily broken Shredded by brutal winds And so it goes the human heart So tender it is my friends. It’s made up of years of experience Some good and some too bad And if never properly
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Your Time…
It is so easy to look around and see others progressing in their callings and become anxious as to what perhaps you could be doing wrong. Many feel like failures simply because we do not understand God’s ways. We all
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Word in Season…
I received a message yesterday from a sweet little sister struggling. Her season consists of school, raising a son as a single parent, working full-time, etc. She was simply asking for prayer to maneuver this season of her life. There
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Little Dab…
If a little dab will do ya Then tis all you shall have But don’t you wonder what you’ll miss If all you wants a dab? For Christ has depths of mysteries still He longs to now unfold But
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s Still A Word In Play
Just because your circumstance does not look as if The Word He gave you is still active….believe that He will accomplish it because His eyes watch over His word that it may accomplish that which it was sent for:) “There’s
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Harvest
“The Harvest” ~Shelly Wilson~ A wisping wind is blowing in He whispers, “It is near…” A time to see the seedlings grow From years of watered tears. The waiting has been hard He knows But secure His promise is A
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Road to Freedom
There is a road that’s paved with souls Waiting for thy voice. So now prepared He has thy way A map of the Spirits choice. As soon as comfort settles in The Lord does say then “go.” Left you are
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
En Route
“En Route” -on or along the way- You never know what lies ahead very often. Yet you are “en route” to a destination. I surely never thought my route would have so many twists and turns and quite so many
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Help Me to Hear…
There is a tangible sound when Christ arrives on the scene. Its often not “sound” as we know it but in the Spirit you know it when it comes. It’s merely Him getting your attention. He says often in His
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Teach Me
Teach me not to be the first But pleased to be the least. I care not for position Lord Only tenderly to tend Thy sheep. Teach me O Lord to offer blessings Upon those who give scorn To open doors
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