Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
For years I have dared to run ahead zealous to complete that which I would see. Countless times I would venture on starving for your moves, anticipating your steps, running in faith. Yet, today, I am satisfied to tarry and
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
What if the Heaven’s shut up Solomon ponders so… A question worthy of thought Today as storm clouds blow. For Christ has given a path One of safety and escape But we will have to choose This path that we
There’s a kind of Glory that falls Where shackles are then unbound Where professionalism is lost And men no longer proud Where one may lay prostrate While others with lifted hands No program…no routine When Glory falls on man. There’s
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a place one must go Where stones are cut so deep A hidden place where darkness rests Within a rocky scene. A place where Moses dared to go To watch the Lord pass by A place alone just
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.” Luke 19:40 “If These Keep Silent” If you had known what was left yours The peaceful hearts, the joy filled tours The safety yours
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A warmth in my heart arises a notch As Christmas is near and winter does knock With cinnamon smells and baked apple scents Foaming hot joe and cider to sip. When music does soar and leaps in the air Jingle
At times you’ll close your eyes And listen really close You’ll hear the Father call The wind from its dear home. A rush of sound is heard From the rustling of the leaves And in an instant know His power
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Take Thee at Thy Word What troubles thee dear child For have you not yet heard Thy promise is secure Do take Thee at Thy Word For covered up is sin A hidden unbelief Masked by darkened cloaks Dare to
Isaiah 54:2-3 2 “Enlarge the place of your tent, And let them stretch out the curtains of your dwellings; Do not spare; (hold back) Lengthen your cords, And strengthen your stakes. 3 For you shall expand to the right and
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
It’s not around that I shall go For Father is in the midst. For veering from the dark storm cloud Resists My Father’s kiss. My strength in Him will anchor deep As storms they ebb and flow. Roots never learn
