Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Stones
For some days, I noticed the constant references to ‘stones” in the scriptures. In the back of my mind was a gentle whisper,yet, I did not know what to do with it, However, my daily reading built a log of…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a King
There is a King To whom I’m betrothed I bear His royal blood. There is a Father To whom I adore Who created me with love. There is One only To whom I work An employer He is…
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
The Tree and it’s Branches
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
A Brand New Day
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
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
Green
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…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
My Wings
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
Love Sick
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
The Bruised Reed
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…
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