Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is the reading of the scripture That leaves still no effect Perhaps but a mere habit We need Rema..God’s “NOW” breath. A shouting of yes’s and agreed with “amen!” Yet never realizing the death deep within. When stories recounted
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Do dry bones know when their dry? For they are now void of life Hearing is dull and scarce Vision has gone and left. For only when Christ wakens these And the Holy Spirit pervades the dead leaves Will breath
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a deep deep problem in the Kingdom Unseen by the natural eye But a hardness of heart of God’s people For others who are different than thine. Where hatred may not be so evident Yet a prejudice so
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When love fails the heart is hope deferred A repetitious cycle of lost-ness occurs When one pours out yet comes up short You may have to release all to the Lord. One can grow weary of waiting a heart To
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Be cautious my friends of what and whom you allow into your life, homes, or ministries. Not everything, nor everyone, is as they seem. We must now more than ever be very wise. There is a very real spiritual world
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There comes a time of restoration When the ancient ways will be again When prophets arise in a moment From a wilderness designed by God’s hand. No eloquence or worldly esteem , no.. They’ll be the smallest of the clan
For several days I had felt the Lord impress upon me to take communion during our time together. Usually in this I am reading the passage of the breaking of bread, etc. Yet, today something just arose in me. We
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Poisoned Arrow Some arrows from Satan are meant just to graze Or even to fly by to cause fear to raise But deadly are others he sets in his sights Laced with a poison to slowly take life. The
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There once was a beautiful peacock Whose feathers were frayed and torn Her tail it drug behind her Swollen from rocks and thorns. Her colors had dulled and now dingy Covered in soot and debris And missing were many her
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
If you close your eyes to see The WORD a beautiful seed We quickly understand the “tug” When Christ decides to stand up. For at times He starts a slow step Then suddenly there’s a pull to the left Yet
