The Drought is Over
For there is the sound of abundance of rain…1 Kings 18:41 O’ I hear the sound of the abundance of rain Nothing in sight but My Spirit lays claim. First I must see with spiritual eyes That which the Father
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Flood Gates
Pressure builds against the steel Gates that hold the river’s will Crashing loud with swishing sounds Water climbs excitement mounts. Soon the gate will open wide CHRIST will hold no more inside Downpours, rains, refreshing cries Souls soon drenched to
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Fighting the Tide
“Come” He says as I feel gentle waves The tide now has turned for His name sake… Yet there is a struggle to stay in the same One of such comfort and familiar names. This voice is relentless sends crashing
The Water That Carries
There’s a water that carries to unknown bends Drifting so gently it may be dismissed It’s flow is such beauty it’s grace is so pure Ripples of movement by smallest of lures. Pristine and shining reflecting the Son Beckoning softly
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Shadows
Shadows come in varying shapes Christ has come to name and trace Dimly seen though in plain view Brilliant lights that webs consume. Many crouch or placed on shelves Candles left behind to melt Oh, but now He does
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Rustling Leaves
There’s a rustling of the leaves Caused by unseen feet A circling little whirlwind A stirring as He speaks. Such a call so faintly In quiet heard on knees Orders sent from the heavenlies The rustling of mulberry trees. Take
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Gentle Giant
The heart of the Father is so very tender. Gentle…and loving. I am always mindful of His BIGNESS! (yes…I made that up:)) I find such difficulty with the human language. NO words are adequate…deep enough…full enough to describe Him. Yet,
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Broken First
To the broken I’d have little to say If not I’m broken first For I’d be unable to see the need The hunger and the thirst. The tears would still not move me much And longsuffering would yet be still
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror on the wall Does Thou see Thyself at all? Is His face and likeness shown Or is Thou hidden in sin unknown.. Child of mine I see Thy blood Marks you mine forever loved Yet I still see
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Sound of Deliverance-a testimony of Christ at Jacob’s Well
There’s a sound of deliverance That reckons the soul Gentle and pure yet a piercing of notes. Where altars are filled with the sound of deep cries Wailing and weeping as freedom takes flight. Darkness and demons ripped from ones
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