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
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Sweet child come near my feet For you are weary and fatigued I’ve waited for your sweet return I’ve watched you as every tear burned. I’ve seen thy turmoil and stress Wondering will there be a rest A long season
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
What happens when the purpose of God Has covered you with a word. A word of eternal plan only God can allow deterred. When A Word covers your life A javelin can be hurled But missed is but the mark
A sudden burst I breathe in Noticing a slight little grin For Christ has imparted His wind And faith does arise again. I find I almost laugh out loud Hearing His heart beating so loud There’s something He’s doing right
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
We tend to look to people when we are in need. Yet Christ wants us to go to Him first. For He is the only one who can fully mend, fully tend, fully restore. His breath alone can give you
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I find an interesting pondering Looking throughout the years The strongest and meekest of Christian Can rise with devastating austere. Admired and gifted from Heaven With destiny and favor and more Can be strong in the eyes of humans Yet
There is a rhythm of Christ with me Yet, a different rhythm for you that’s unique At times our steps will be the same But other times I might be behind a refrain. The chords in my life may sound
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a hidden, subtle surge When something in Christ is disturbed At times you seem but confused For much of the time we refuse. A heart at times fails to heed A warning Christ sends as He sees For
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When human hearts are slow to go When need revealed is never sown When worldly things capture time When life becomes familiar rhymes. When death becomes a comfort zone When life abundant is never known When hearts are led by
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
What if Christ never looked Upon the darkest need If He just decided It wasn’t His to see. Would little girls in chains Ever be set free Would addicts shooting up Hear of the “High-est” King? What if He turned
