Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s a Place
The name of the Lord is a strong tower; The righteous run to it and are safe. Proverbs 18:10 There’s a place I go when turmoil toils A place of safety and rest Where Christ does come and calm
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Many A Hindrance
There’s many a hindrance That Christ sees clear It’s going unnoticed But brings Him great tears. The heart of His people Are far far away From all His desires To love well today. He showed us His heart
Is Your View Distorted?
There are so many ways the enemy subtly distorts our view of Christ. He can begin to alter your mind and heart and have you operating out of a place of fear that He is no longer a good Shepherd,
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
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
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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