Don’t Rush Me
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
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Love…
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
Haste
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
Dry Bones
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
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Bigotry
There is a deep deep problem in the Kingdom Unseen by the natural eye But a hardness of heart of God’s people For others who are different than thine. Where hatred may not be so evident Yet a prejudice so
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When Love Fails
When love fails the heart is hope deferred A repetitious cycle of lost-ness occurs When one pours out yet comes up short You may have to release all to the Lord. One can grow weary of waiting a heart To
Scavengers
Be cautious my friends of what and whom you allow into your life, homes, or ministries. Not everything, nor everyone, is as they seem. We must now more than ever be very wise. There is a very real spiritual world
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Time of Restoration
There comes a time of restoration When the ancient ways will be again When prophets arise in a moment From a wilderness designed by God’s hand. No eloquence or worldly esteem , no.. They’ll be the smallest of the clan
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Poisoned Arrows
The Poisoned Arrow Some arrows from Satan are meant just to graze Or even to fly by to cause fear to raise But deadly are others he sets in his sights Laced with a poison to slowly take life. The
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Little Peacock
There once was a beautiful peacock Whose feathers were frayed and torn Her tail it drug behind her Swollen from rocks and thorns. Her colors had dulled and now dingy Covered in soot and debris And missing were many her
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