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
What shall I need you ask? For all I need is here One I am with Christ My Father gave me to Him. For nothing is in lack All needs are met in Him For He calls forth the sun
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Let me not lose thy presence Lord For lesser and easier ways Let me not veer from holiness Lord No matter where this world strays. Let me not find some solice Lord In any thing, person, or place Other than
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I woke to see an almond tree with blossoms sweetly pink So beautiful indeed it was It made me stop and think. For Christ has cause for such a thing To send a message with And when we look to
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
As I finished my morning devotionals, one had something in it that stirred my heart so.. The word “captive.” In essence the captivity to that which Christ calls us. I pondered sorrow..and it’s captivity. I’ve wondered often as valley seasons
Be careful when settling it the will of God When Satan has robbed from thee. For we do let go of precious of things When fighting would be His heart plea. We give up too soon the goodness of God
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Let Faith Arise to believe again In Christ the hope and Kingdom plans To see Him as Commander in Chief Calling for stones and slingshot belief! Let Faith Arise and hold your post For He will come in royal clothes
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I have but one owned voice To Thee I give thine all. To harken on the course To build a righteous wall. To set upon thine watch And see with holy eyes Not lending to thine own But merely Father’s
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Stray not from Thine own words Dare not look right or left No matter what the cost Hold Steady to My crest. Fear not thy coming doom Revival soon will bloom Yet when My Spirit comes I’ll crush deceptive rungs.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Quiet thy soul Father says wait For He is working plans. To give thy child Her heart’s delight Be calm O’ little lamb. Take heed thy warn To just be still Lest fleshly choices taunt. Father’s good pleasure Is the
