Your Song
The poet is but a melodic mute
Without trials that stir up rhyme
The writer has nothing to say
If Jesus has not been given his time.
A Song in the Night
I heard the Lord speak the words, “Song in the Night,” after I had been rehearsing a song I had written in a dark season. Pulling out the lyrics again I could see God was not just loving on me…
Singing a New Song
You are never too old with Jesus to grow. I’m so thankful for this truth. Over the past few years God has been restoring worship to me. However, it has not been the same as before.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Song with the Wind
Melodic refrains call my name From an ocean that’s deep and wide Where the Spirit is hovering over the waters With a lyric and tender reprise. Vast is the voice calling from far Yet, nearer than you might know...
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