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For many the wait is over You must now move your feet For time has come for the Kingdom To move into the streets. Confined you’ve been to buildings Confined too in your hearts Confined by human workings Confined
For many the wait is over You must now move your feet For time has come for the Kingdom To move into the streets. Confined you’ve been to buildings Confined too in your hearts Confined by human workings Confined
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The enemy whispers a constant cry “You will never win.” My head it lifts with promised seed I give a big ole’ grin. For he did miss my training field Where Christ secured my heart Where weeping watered the
Within the body of The Christ Is a beautiful and diverse array. No two prophets are just alike Nor are pastors and teachers the exact same. … For inside of each hearts they do bleed And flow with unique, prophetic
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A pain is deep inside Christ’s heart For He has seen within. And just as Esau’s flesh did wince You’ve sold your birthright to men. You’ve exchanged it for the lesser things For power this earth does hold But
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
One of the most dangerous places to live…is in the “ordinary.” It’s right up there with the “natural.” It presupposes God is less than who He is. In order to go with God, you’ll have to live in the
THE RIVER “its a rising” Do you hear the water swell? And where the river runs Life will soon live there. It washes well the heart of man It flourishes the vines. The fruit will grow abundantly With nourishment
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I passed by a grave today I bowed my head to pray “I sure hope they knew Your love Before their life was done.” I don’t expect a big ole’ plot I’d prefer they place a cross I pray
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I’ve found with Christ I must cling tight The billows they ebb and flow And often pain will sear like rain From many changing roads. You’ll have to release your own grief And sometimes you’ll walk alone So, trust
For a few days there has been a stirring of worship in me. My heart began to long for worship. To sing worship. It has been a tangible feeling of the Lord. As I talked with Him about it on
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
In Deborah is the Spirit calling out to me to become a mighty warrior daughter. A daughter who innately cares for the sheep and is known as a Mother to many without a Father. While she tenderly listens to each