Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There once was a little bitty teapot Whose spout was too small to pour The bigger teapots laughed at her smallness And overlooked her for adventurous chores. She nestled herself in the cupboard The darkness hiding her little tears Stains
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Remember the vision I spoke to your heart The seed deeply planted watered by God. Struggles and voices came to derail That which was sent by Heaven’s mail. Much is, yes, good…yet much just to-dos Now just a burden …where
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A bit under the weather I had been taking it easy when the Lord decided to begin writing. I will post other poems I received this am but this one delighted me so…I had to post it first:) As I
I wonder if it might be surprising when Christ reveals to us what was done in flesh versus “by My Spirit.” I am afraid the flesh has become so normal that we would not notice the Spirit missing. Much of
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When the page turns and the chapter’s closed When the bud blooms and the flower’s a rose. When seasons change and the hillside is new When the Lord says, “it’s time you shall move.” When the scenery is unfamiliar shades
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
You might have to fight tired But fight anyways. You might fight sick and a coward But fight anyways. Sometimes you’ll fight alone Keep fighting anyways. At times it’s close to home Yet fight anyways. Sometimes you’ll fight in pain
A magnificent painter once known For a hue of red he bestowed No other could mimic it’s array It’s beauty or vibrant shade. But Christ looked upon him each day Knowing the exact recipe made For the ingredients were stirred
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
What does one do when Christ calls When assignments seem tall as a wall One sets his face then to seek As Nehemiah and Ezekiel indeed. For face down you must now go Leaving the world and it’s clothes Removing
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There once was a little piano key Of beautiful ivory coloring Her sound was perfectly tuned Yet she was still sad and very blue. She played her note so exquisitely Yet found herself bored just listening She wondered why her
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s power reserved for us all It descends when Christ makes the call A bathing from head to thy feet Such beauty is endowed by Thee. Dismissed as once long ago When Pentecost flooded each soul Today it’s rarely spoken
