My Birthday Gift
It is my birthday today and I wanted a good long time with Christ this morning. This year has been full of beautifully running the race and watching Him love one heart after another to wholeness. As I’ve been
Nothing Compares
Should every door begin to close Except the door to Heaven/s throne Into His heart I will abide Nothing compares to knowing Christ. If darkened days do fill my years And bring me still more waves of tears I’ll
Patience, Grasshopper
There once was a grasshopper pining away
Wondering when God would save the day
When pain and grief rolled in like waves
“When would it surely all go away?”
The Road Called Lost
There was a road called “Lost”
Which I traveled at great cost
With crooked streets and no road signs
When all seemed to be left behind.
Positioned
While working this morning I heard the first line of this poem begin when I soon realized I was seeing a vision of myself rooted in a deep bed of soil in a field.
Powerless Platforms
It was around 4:30 this morning when I awoke to these words stirring in my heart and Spirit. It must be important to the Lord.
The Crushing
What is it that crushed your spirit, dear
That wrecked your heart and left it seared
That moment in time when the clock stood still
And seemed to devastate an act of goodwill?
The Road
If the road was told a bit too soon The heart would dare not hold For Jesus knows what we can take And how it should unfold. We sure might like a forward glance But Jesus whispers, “No.” So
This Love
There’s a love who sees the deepest pains
The ones you can’t even begin to name
The silent groans that linger long
That seem to stir the sorrowed song.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Prophet with a Pen
There’s a prophet with a pen
Who God calls with His wind
To nourish hearts in need
Who hide their pain and grief.
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