Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When the wind blows The heart is stirred Restless and anxious A divine coming surge. When the wind blows The air becomes crisp Quickens the heart There’s coming a drift. When the wind blows The Father He speaks Hearts on
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
It’s the moment you notice a thing In the quickness of a glance Almost like a slow motion It’s Holy Spirit showing a man. It’s mostly no grand production Just a knowing that’s often dismissed But what you do with
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Remember where thou hast been In despair blown by strong winds And when the storm does clear Reach back for others, dear. When journeying onward still Be mindful all around Keep eyes and hearts so keen Reach back for others
I remember vividly the Holy Spirit lovingly convicting me of an unknown sin. Honestly, it was something I thought clearly right at the time. Yet the Lord began to show me the deep damage I had caused. It seemed very
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Oh if we could see the imprisoned hearts around us… there are days where weariness withholds my own vision. It’s not that Christ isn’t trying to show them to me…it’s merely that I refuse to see. I may be overwhelmed
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
My favorite place to worship is at the altar…The Lord tends to beckon me there should one be available. Of course, we can create an altar anywhere and I have by faith done so in my closet, in the midst
Love is an unexpected gift Of time with a long lost friend Love is softened stains As one wipes the tears and tends. Love is a gentle squeeze When your strength is all but gone Love it perseveres To ensure
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I was driving when this song began stirring in my heart. In the next morning, the Lord finished it and I have fallen in love with His melody and heart in it. We soon will bring it together for others
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
