God Of Grace

God of Grace
O grant us faith ,dear God of grace
that strengthens and sustains
A faith that reigns triumphantly
through all our earthly pains .

Grant comfort that reveals Thy love ,
Console our hearts , we pray ;
God ,wipe our tears , and courage give ;
To walk in hope each day .

O grant us peace , dear God of grace ,
Peace Thou alone canst give ;
That we may rest our souls in thee,
And in Thy sweetness live .

From my house to your house have a Blessed and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ'd!
Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promis'd good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
This earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call'd me here below,
Will be for ever mine.
{ This is my favorite song !!

Heaven Every Day

Heaven Every Day

We have a wonderful Guest
At our house
Who makes our a home a heaven ,
Every day :
And this wonderful Guest
At our house
Has promised us He’ll
Never go away .

He brought a lovely letter
From His Father’s house above ,
And every day we read it ,
For it tells us of His love ;
And when we go to sleep
At night ,
He sees that everything
Goes right –
This wonderful Guest
At our house .
Who makes our home a heaven
Every day

His name is JESUS ,and because
He loves us ,one and all ,
He’d love to visit your house
If you’d like to have Him call :
So ,if some time you should decide –
Just ask Him in ,and He’ll abide –
This wonderful Guest at our house , who makes our home a heaven
Every day .
Jan Bagwell

As I walk down lif'e's highway

As I was walking down life's highway many years ago I came upon a sign that read
Heavens Grocery Store.
When I got a little closer
the doors swung open wide
And when I came to myself
I was standing inside.

I saw a host of angels.
They were standing everywhere
One handed me a basket and said
"My child shop with care."

Everything a human needed
was in that grocery store
And what you could not carry
you could come back for more.

First I got some Patience.
Love was in that same row.
Further down was Understanding,
you need that everywhere you go.

I got a box or two of Wisdom
and Faith a bag or two.
And Charity of course
I would need some of that too.

couldn't miss the Holy Ghost
It was all over the place.
And then some Strength and Courage to help me run this race.

My basket was getting full but
I remembered I needed Grace,
And then I chose Salvation for
Salvation was for free
I tried to get enough of that
to do for you and me.

Then I started to the counter
to pay my grocery bill,
For I thought I had everything
to do the Masters will.

As I went up the aisle I saw
Prayer and put that in,
For I knew when I stepped outside
I would run into sin.

Peace and Joy were plentiful,
the last things on the shelf.
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself.

Then I said to the angel
"How much do I owe?"
He smiled and said
"Just take them everywhere you go." > > > Again I asked "Really now,
how much do I owe?"
"My child " he said,
"God paid your bill a long,
long time ago."


Jan Bagwell
Please remember me in your prayers!!

Give Them the Flowers now

Give Them the Flowers now

Closed eyes can’t the white roses.
Cold hands can’t hold them , you know .
Breath that is stilled cannot gather
The odors that sweet from them blow.
Its children of earth doth endow;
Life is the time we can help them,
So give them the flowers now!

Here are the struggles and striving.
Here are the cares and the tears;
Now is the time to be smoothing
The frowns and the furrows and fears .
What to closed eyes are kind saying?
What to hushed heart is deep vow?
Naught can avail after parting,
So give them the flowers now!
Just a kind word or a greeting;
Just a warm grasp or a smile –
These are the flowers that will lighten
The burdens for many a mile.
After the journey is over
What is the use of them; how
Can they carry them who must be carried ?
Oh , give them the flowers now!
Jan Bagwell

First Christmas

First Christmas in heaven

I’ve had my first Christmas in heaven ,
A glorious, wonderful day !
I stood with saints of the ages
Who found Christ , the Truth , and the Way.

I sang with the heavenly choir ;
Just think ! I , who so long to sing !
And oh ! what celestial music
We brought to our Saviour and King !

We sang the glad songs of redemption ,
How Jesus to Bethlehem came ,
And how they had called His name .

We sang once again with the angels ,
The song that they sang that blest morn ,
When shepherds first heard the glad story
That Jesus ,the Saviour , was born .

O , dear one , I wish you had been here :
No Christmas on earth could compare
With all the rapture and glory
We witnessed in Heaven so fair .

You know how I always loved Christmas ;
It seemed such a wonderful day ,
With all of my loved ones around me ,
The children so happy and gay .

Yes, now I can see why I loved it ,
And , Oh ,what a joy it will be ,
When all of my loved ones are with me ,
To share in the glories I see .

So dear ones on earth , here’s my greeting :
Look up till the day dawn appears ,
And Oh ,what a Christmas awaits us ,
Beyond all our partings and tears .
Jan Bagwell

Dishes

They had a set of dishes
Given them when they wed ,
With luck and happiness and wishes
By loved ones ,who to them said
They wished they’d always be happy
As the moment when,”I will,”
Was said with so much rapture
That their hearts were standing still.

The dishes tell a lovely story
Of the lives they were to live _
How they shone in all their glory
When the very frist forgive
Was whispered, and I love you truly ,
Which made things right again ,
For it was just as surely said ,
As sun comes after rain

Time as long since passed ,
Since they were frist together ,
When he’d sit and gase and ask her
If she loved him as no other –
And she was just content
With the answer in her heart ,
For she knew that it was meant
That they should never part ..

Although their lives had many scars
Like cracks upon the china ,
Their love outshone the mars ,
For it was only minor ,
If the one who’d done the wrong
Down in his heart had sorrow ,
For they never let the sun go down
Without a ,” Bright Tomorrow ,”

She’s an old lady now ,
And he is eight-two ,
The cups and saucers wonder
What the other one will do ,
Until they both are able ,
To sit at God’s own perfect table ,
Be fed by His own hand

By Jan Bagwell
This is a poem I wrote for my mother , the christmas after my Dad had pass away . I hope you enjoy it . Merry Christmas

God Will Not ask Me

God Will Not Ask Me
===================

God is not going to ask me how much I made.
He will ask me how much I gave.

God will not ask me about the size of my house.
He will ask me did I invite Him in.

God will not ask me about the elegance of the neighborhood.
He will ask me how I treated my neighbor.

God will not ask me what kind of car I drove.
He will ask me did I give those with no car a ride.

God will not ask me about the beauty of my wife.
He will ask me did I treat her with love.

God will not ask me about the style of my clothes.
He will ask me did I help clothe others.

God will not ask me the size of my bank account.
He will ask me how much is in my heavenly account.

God will not ask me how many children I fathered.
He will ask me if I was a good father to my children.

God will not ask me did I achieve fame.
He will ask me about my reputation.

God will not ask me if I traveled the world.
He will ask me did I improve the world.

God will not ask me about the troubles that I had.
He will ask me if I helped comfort the troubled.

God will not ask me if I did miracles in the name of His Son.
He will ask me if I really knew Him.

Joy to the world ! God Gift

Joy to the World!
God’s Gift
He did not use a silvery box
Or paper green and red.
God laid His Christmas Gift to men
Within a manger bed .
No silken cord was used to bind .
The Gift sent from above .
“Twas wrapped in swaddling clothes
and bound
In cords of tender love .
There was no evergreen to which
His precious Gift was tied .
Upon a bare tree on a hill
His Gift was hung …and died .
“Twas taken down from off the tree
And laid beneath the sod .
But death itself could not destroy
The precious Gift of God .
With mighty hand He lifted Him
From out the stony grave .
Forevermore for everyman
A living Gift He gave .
For God so loved the world , that He gave His only begotten Son , that whosoever believeth in him should not perish , but have everlasting life . John 3:16
Jan Bagwell 12/20/09

A Different Christmas Poem

I wish I could send this to everyone in the United States!

May we always Please Remember Them...

A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear..
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

PLEASE, would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is
due to our U.S service men and women for our being able to celebrate these
festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves
for us.


LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq

Many Thanks Go to our U.S Service men and women , May God keep you safe . And brother Mike Wells thank you for send me letter .

Priceless Treasures

Priceless Treasures
What could I give you that would truly please
In topsy-turvy times like these ?
I can’t give you freedom from vexations
Or even lessen your irritations
I can’t take away or even make less
The things that annoy , disturb , and distress
For stores don’t sell a single thing
To make the heart that’s troubled sing
They sell the new look suave and bland
But nothing that lends a helping hand ,
They sell rare gifts that are ultrasmart
But nothing to warm or comfort the heart
The joys of life that cheer and bless ,
The stores don’t sell , I must confess
But friends and prayers are priceless treasures
Beyond all monetary measures …
And so I say a special prayer
that God will keep you in his care …
and if I can ever help you , dear ,
in any way throughout the year ,
you’ve only to call , for as long as I live
such as I have , I freely give !
Jan Bagwell

Who You Are

Who You Are
============

I find myself on the downhill slide of yet another trial in my
life where confusion seemed to be the only thing I was sure of.

Who, what, why, when, how, and how long were the questions I
didn't have answers for.

Last night, I sat quietly and instead of asking,
I just listened.

God whispered to me.

Who I am is a child of His.


Why is something we can only figure out as we go along.
When is always and can never be more than right here and right
now (live for today).

How is only with His help, and how long depends mostly on us.

He explained to me that I am who and what I am
(don't try to be any more or any less) therefore I need to do
and be the best that I can at all times.

I get discouraged,
but I also have the ability to inspire and be inspired.

I become sad sometimes,
but I can also experience joy.

I can become angry,
but I have the heart to console.

I need to be forgiven sometimes (a lot)
but I can also forgive.

I feel helpless at times,
but can still lend a hand or ear to help others.

I am a teacher,
but I still have much to learn.

I get confused,
but deep down I know the answers are within my grasp.

It is the same grasp that boldly lifts my hands to Heaven,
and gently brings me to my knees.

Sometimes I feel lost,
but that is merely an illusion because it is not only enough for
my Father to know where I am and exactly what I am going
through,

He has every hair on my head numbered.

Life is a series of lessons to be learned.
That is the only way we can grow.

I wish I had all the answers, but sometimes I think (I know) the
only way for us to become stronger and grow into what He wants
us to be, is to walk through the fire.

So, whatever you're going through, hold your head up, guard your
heart, and put all your faith and trust in the only ONE who will
never fail you....... JESUS.......

Remember all the things you can be even when you are sometimes
those things you wish you weren't.

Jan Bagwell
MERRY CHRISTMAS

Memories

Precious little memories
Of little things we’ve done
Make the very darkest day
A bright and happy one

Tender little memories
Of some word or deed
Give us strength and courage
When we are in need

Blessed little memories
Help us bear the cross
And soften all the bitterness
Of failure and of loss .

Priceless little memories
Are treasures without price
And though the gatesway of the heart
They lead to paradise .

Jan Bagwell
God Bless and keep each and everyone

The Silver Cord

Some day the silver cord will break
And I no more as now shall sing ;
But , O, the joy when I shall wake
Within the palace of the King

Some day my earthly house will fall ,
I cannot tell how soon ‘twill be ,
But this I know ,my all in all
Has now a place in Heav’n for me .

Some day when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy-tinted west
My blessed Lord will say , Well done !”
And I shall enter into rest .

Some day till then I’ll watch and wait ,,
My lamp all trimmed and burning bright ,
That when my Savior opens the gate ,
My soul to Him may take its flight .
Jan Bagwell

Christmas

Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations: extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.

My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six-year-old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's winter Pageant. I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.

So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song.

Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment--songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title.

Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads. Those in the front row/center stage held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message: Christmas Love.

The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her--a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down - totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W." The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W." Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and then we all saw it together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities. For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear: "CHRISTWAS LOVE" And, I believe, He still is.

May we keep this first and foremost during this busy holiday season.

Thanks Dave , Nice letter

BEAUTIFUL CHRISTIAN

BEAUTIFUL CHRISTIAN
'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ That a man should have to
seek Him first to find her.'
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin''
I'm whispering 'I was lost,
Now I'm found and forgiven.'
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and
need His strength to carry on.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed and
need God to clean my mess.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible but,
God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain..
I have my share of heartaches,
so I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I was just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace, through His Son "JESUS!
Pretty is as Pretty does... But beautiful is just plain
beautiful!

TODAY IS BEAUTIFUL CHRISTIAN DAY - TAG;
YOU'RE IT!
Jan Bagwell

First -born of Mary

First-born Of Mary

First-born of Mary, though of lowly birth,
Not just a baby: God in man on earth,
Starting Your story, suffering and cold,
First-born of Mary, only minutes old.

First-born of Mary, shepherds by Your bed
Rush in a hurry, as the angel said,
To see Your glory, laid there on the straw,
First-born of Mary, worshipped now with awe.

First-born of Mary, soon there will be kings
Making their journey, bringing offerings:
Gold from their dowry, myrrh and frankincense
First-born of Mary, full of innocence.

First-born of Mary, when You are a man
Death will be gory, part of God’s great plan,
So necessary, to redeem Man’s loss
First-born of Mary, there upon the cross.

First-born of Mary, that is yet to come
Since You are sleepy, rest now, little one.
You’ll gain your glory, on that Easter morn
First-born of Mary, when Your day will dawn.

First-born of Mary, in Your manger bed
So ordinary, now the Church’s head,
Mighty and holy, Lord in heaven above,
First-born of Mary, keep us in Your love.

Jan Bagwell 12 /11/09

Please keep Brad Rogers and my son Rev. David Bagwell in your Prays .

Crucified With Jesus

Crucified With Jesus


I am crucified with Jesus,
It is no more I who live,
I am well content with weakness,
Perfect power to receive,
And the life He now lives in me
Is my only righteousness.
Jesus gave His own self for me,
How can I desire less?

When my soul goes down to Egypt
To indulge in worldly thought,
And I’m living for my pleasure,
Not for Him by whom I’m bought,
May He rescue me from bondage
With His title to forgive.
Since I’m crucified with Jesus,
My own life I cannot live.

When I’m feasting on the manna
From my Savior’s vast array
In the holy heav’nly places
Where His blood has made a way,
How the old things are supplanted
By the new in Christ my Lord.
Crucified and raised with Jesus,
Wondrous life in me outpoured!

When I see the One who loves me
In His splendor on the throne,
Any glory He bestows me
Will be His and not my own,
And the scars of my Redeemer
Will outshine the crowns for me.
I am crucified with Jesus,
Linked to Him eternally.

--
Jan Bagwell

A Soldiers Poem

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,HE LIVED ALL ALONE,IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OFPLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEYWITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,AND TO SEE JUST WHOIN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURESOF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,A SOBER THOUGHTCAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,SILENT, ALONE,CURLED UP ON THE FLOORIN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,NOT HOW I PICTUREDA UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HEROOF WHOM I'D JUST READ?CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIESTHAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERSWHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD,THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATEA BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOMEACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDERHOW MANY LAY ALONE,ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVEIN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. THE VERY THOUGHTBROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,I DROPPED TO MY KNEESAND STARTED TO CRY. THE SOLDIER AWAKENEDAND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,"SANTA DON'T CRY,THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,MY LIFE IS MY GOD,MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS." THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVERAND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,SO SILENT AND STILLAND WE BOTH SHIVEREDFROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVEON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,THIS GUARDIAN OF HONORSO WILLING TO FIGHT. THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE." ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT."MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

Jan Bagwell

When Christ Comes Again

When Christ Comes Again

Some of us may not be here
When Christmas comes again –
Spread around your words of cheer
To eve’ry one you can .
Look with joy to Christmas time
And sing in sheer delight ;
Listen to the bells that chine
Their gladsome –“Silent Night .”
In such happy Christmas days
Be you a friend indeed –
Know the joy your giving pays ,
To help some friend in need
All may join the Yuletide cheer
And give as best they can –
Some of us may not be here
When Christmas comes again
Why defer until too late
The good we could have done ?
Why forget , or pause ,or wait ,
And thus be friend to none ?
Tho’ some never understand
The good we tried to do –
Blessing ,love for others planned
Come back to me and you .
Then remenber friend or foe
And , tho’ your gift be small ,
Let your love to others flow ,
Ere comes the last low call ,
Some kind deed or word of cheer
May ease the sting of pain –
Some of us may not be here
When Christmas comes again .
Jan Bagwell 12/08/09

A Christmas Hymn

A Christmas Hymn

Tell me what is this innumerable throng Singing in the heavens a loud angelic song ?
These are they who come with swift and shining feet
From round about the throne of God the Lord of Light to greet .
O , who are these that hasten beneath the starry sky ,
As if with joyful tidings that through the world shall fly ?
The faithful shepherds these , who greatly were a feared
When , as they watched their flocks by night ,the heavenly host appeared .

Who are these that follow across the hills of night
A star that westward hurries along the hills of light ?
Three wise men from the east who myrrh and treasure bring
To lay them at the feet of Him , their Lord and Christ ,
And King .

What babe new-born is this that in a manger cries ?
Near on her bed of pain His happy mother lies .
O , see ! the air is shaken with white and heavenly wings
This is the Lord of all the earth , this is the Kings of Kings .
Tell me , how may I join in this holy feast
With all the kneeling world , and I of all the least ?
Fear not ,O faithful heart ,but bring what most is meet ;
Bring love alone , true love alone ,and lay it at His feet .

Jan Bagwell

Lord Bless This Wondrous Christmas”

Lord Bless This Wondrous Christmas….,
Help us suppress our fears....,
Lord Bless This Wondrous Christmas…..,
Then we can dry our tears....,
Your magic can make the earth become...,
A peaceful globe……,
And we’ll be so proud…..,
That you gave us the hope.....,
Lord Bless This Wondrous Christmas….,
Fill the world with love…..,
Lord Bless This Wondrous Christmas…..,
Our faith in you is strong…..,
Smile on us from up above…..,
Lord Bless This Wondrous Christmas….,
Lord Bless This Wondrous Christmas….,
And every Christmas yet to come.......! ! !

As I walk down life road

As I was walking down life's highway many years ago I came upon a sign that read
Heavens Grocery Store.
When I got a little closer
the doors swung open wide
And when I came to myself
I was standing inside.

I saw a host of angels.
They were standing everywhere
One handed me a basket and said
"My child shop with care."

Everything a human needed
was in that grocery store
And what you could not carry
you could come back for more.

First I got some Patience.
Love was in that same row.
Further down was Understanding,
you need that everywhere you go.

I got a box or two of Wisdom
and Faith a bag or two.
And Charity of course
I would need some of that too.

I couldn't miss the Holy Ghost
It was all over the place.
And then some Strength and Courage to help me run this race.

My basket was getting full but
I remembered I needed Grace,
And then I chose Salvation for
Salvation was for free
I tried to get enough of that
to do for you and me.

Then I started to the counter
to pay my grocery bill,
For I thought I had everything
to do the Masters will.

As I went up the aisle I saw
Prayer and put that in,
For I knew when I stepped outside
I would run into sin.

Peace and Joy were plentiful,
the last things on the shelf.
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself.

Then I said to the angel
"How much do I owe?"
He smiled and said
"Just take them everywhere you go." > > > Again I asked "Really now,
how much do I owe?"
"My child " he said,
"God paid your bill a long,
long time ago."

Jan Bagwell

Frist Christmas in Heaven

Frist Christmas in heaven

I’ve had my first Christmas in heaven ,
A glorious, wonderful day !
I stood with saints of the ages
Who found Christ , the Truth , and the Way.

I sang with the heavenly choir ;
Just think ! I , who so long to sing !
And oh ! what celestial music
We brought to our Saviour and King !

We sang the glad songs of redemption ,
How Jesus to Bethlehem came ,
And how they had called His name .

We sang once again with the angels ,
The song that they sang that blest morn ,
When shepherds first heard the glad story
That Jesus ,the Saviour , was born .

O , dear one , I wish you had been here :
No Christmas on earth could compare
With all the rapture and glory
We witnessed in Heaven so fair .

You know how I always loved Christmas ;
It seemed such a wonderful day ,
With all of my loved ones around me ,
The children so happy and gay .

Yes, now I can see why I loved it ,
And , Oh ,what a joy it will be ,
When all of my loved ones are with me ,
To share in the glories I see .

So dear ones on earth , here’s my greeting :
Look up till the day dawn appears ,
And Oh ,what a Christmas awaits us ,
Beyond all our partings and tears .
Jan Bagwell

The Poem

THE POEM
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.....
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God! held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"
God Bless
Jan Bagwell

The Marine's Father

The Marine's Father
====================

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat
the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he
dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen
tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his
toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a
message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside
the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in
the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering
him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse
suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.

He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine
was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital -
the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff
members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other
patients.

Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying
man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the
night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the
now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the
nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy,
but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied.
"I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he
needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized
that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son,
knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."


The next time someone needs you just be there. Stay.

We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual
experience.

We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human
experience.
God Bless
Jan Bagwell

The Most Powerful Book in America

The Most Powerful Book in America
=================================

They lie on the table side by side
The Holy Bible and the TV guide.
One is well worn and cherished with pride.
Not the Bible, but the TV guide.

One is used daily to help folks decide.
No, not the Bible, but the TV guide.
As the pages are turned, what shall they see.
Oh, what does it matter, turn on the TV.

Then confusion reigns, they can't all agree
On what they should watch on the old TV.
So they open the book in which they confide,
No, not the Bible, but the TV guide.

The Word of God is seldom read,
Maybe a verse as they fall into bed.
Exhausted and sleepy and tired as can be;
Not from reading the Bible, from watching TV.

So then back to the table side by side,
Lie the Holy Bible and the TV guide.
No time for prayer, no time for the Word,
The plan of Salvation is seldom heard.

But forgiveness of sin, so full and free,
Is found in the Bible, not on TV.
Choose which book will rule your family.


Jan Bagwell

O Night of Wonder

O Night of Wonder
O night of wonder and delight !
O night of glory and surprise !
With one road stretching clear and bright
Before our eager ,dazzled eyes .
Drawn by the magnet of a star ;
Drawn by an unseen power we take
A silver road that leads afar ,
And follow it for Christ’s dear sake .

O King of Kings ,and Lord of lords ,
We fall before thy starlit throne .
Humble we are –there are no words
With which we fitly can make known

Our heart’s elation and desire .
We search for words we cannot find –
The air is drenched with silver fire ,
Too bright for eyes that are struck blind .

Accept our silence as high praise ,
Our rapture ,as a thing of worth .
We are stricken with the old amaze :
The strange sweet wonder of thy birth .
Jan Bagwell

There are Blessings in Everything

There Are Blessings in Everything

Blessings come in many guises
That God alone in love devises,
And sickness which we dread so much
Can bring a very healing touch –
For often on the wings of pain
The peace we sought before in vain
Will come to us with sweet surprise
For God is merciful and wise –
And through long hours of tribulation
God gives us time for meditation ,and no sickness can be counted a loss
That teaches us to bear our cross .
Jan Bagwell

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God Bless and Happy Thankgiving

Touch Me

Touch Me...

Touch Me . . .

If I am your child... Please touch me.
Persist; find ways to meet my needs.
Your goodnight hug helps sweeten my dreams.
Your daytime touching tells me how you really feel.

If I am your teenager... Please touch me.
Don't think because I'm almost grown,
I don't need to know that you still care.
I need your loving arms; I need a tender voice.

If I am your friend... Please touch me.
Nothing lets me know you care like a warm embrace.
A healing touch when I'm depressed assures me I am loved,
And reassures me that I'm not alone.
Yours may be the only comforting touch I get.

If I am your husband or wife... Please touch me.
You may think that your passion is enough,
But only your arms hold back my fears.
I need your tender reassuring touch, To remind me
I am loved just because I am me.

If I am your grown-up child... Please touch me.
Though I may have a family my own to hold,
I still need Mommy's and Daddy's arms when I hurt.
As a parent the view is different; I appreciate you more.

If I am your aging parent... Please touch me.
Hold my hand, sit close to me, give me strength;
And warm my tired body with your nearness.
Although my skin is worn and wrinkled, It loves to be stroked

Don't be afraid.

Please Touch Me!

Within His Hands

Within His Hands
Whenever I grow weary ,
And miles seen much too long ,
And troubles think I am the one
To whom they all belong .
When things don’t always work out ,
According to my plan ,
It’s hard to drag my cross along ,
When I can barely stand .
And yet it’s times like these that test
The metal of my soul ,
If everthing were gold ,
We would have naught to hope for ,
If skies were always blue ,
And it is true the sweetest smile
Must hide a tear or two .
And so in spite of everthing ,
I know I’m not alone ,
God never understands ,
When each of us can see ourselves ,
…Carved in the Savior’s Hands

Faith and Hope

FAITH AND HOPE
When gathering clouds around I view ,
And days are dark ,and friends are few
On him I lean ,who ,not in vain ,
Experienced every human pain ;
He sees my wants ,allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly virtue’s narrow way –
To fly the good I would pursue ,
Or do the sin I would not do –
Still he ,who felt temptation’s power
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour .

When sorrowing ov’er some stone ,I blend ,
Which covers all that was a friend ,
And from his voice ,his hand ,his smile ,
Divides me ,for a little while ,
My Saviour sees the tears I shed ,
For Jesus wept o’er Lazarus dead .

And ,if when I have safely passed
Through every conflict but the last –
Still,still unchanging ,watch beside
My painful bed – for thou hast died ;
Then point to realms of cloudless day ,
And wipe my latest tear away .
Jan Bagwell

God Bless

Although things are not perfect {ABC}

Although things are not perfect
Because of trial or pain
Continue in thanksgiving
Do not begin to blame
Even when the times are hard
Fierce winds are bound to blow
God is forever able
Hold on to what you know
Imagine life without His love
Joy would cease to be
Keep thanking Him for all the things
Love imparts to thee
Move out of "Camp Complaining"
No weapon that is known
On earth can yield the power
Praise can do alone
Quit looking at the future
Redeem the time at hand
Start every day with worship
To "thank" is a command
Until we see Him coming
Victorious in the sky
We'll run the race with gratitude
Xalting God most high
Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...
Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!


"I AM Too blessed to be stressed!" The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor.
The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything. Love and peace be with you forever, Amen.

Jan Bagwell

This Ting Cross of Pain

This Tiny Cross of Pain

Though prayers for healing
seemed in vain ,
God helped me learn
to live with pain ;
To use the very
thing I dread
For closer walk
with Him instead ;

And how to lend
a listening ear
To those who hurt\
and shed a tear
of symapathy,
or press their hand –
worth more because
I understand .

Dear God ,if that’s
the only way
You’d have me serve
from day to day ,
please use this
tiny cross of pain
for others
and for Heavens’s gain !
Jan Bagwell
There is alot of sickness that are going around now . Be safe my brothers and sisters , and I pray that our Lord will keep you and yours safe , God Bless

Look Beyond

Look beyond your sufferings
Look beyond your fear
Look beyond your adversity
And find the Lord so near
Look beyond the problem
Look beyond the now
Look beyond the turmoil|
And before Him humbly bow
For, inlooking beyond and bowing,
You will find your normal sight...
Takes on spiritual vision
In God's sustaining light.
Jan Bagwell

I believe

I like the beginning of this story.
I agree that happiness comes from within .


She is 92 years old, petite, well poised, and proud. She is fully
dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably
coifed, and her makeup perfectly applied, in spite of the fact she is
legally blind.

Today she has moved to a nursing home. Her husband of 70 years
recently passed away, making this move necessary.

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing
home where I visit elderly , she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual
description of her tiny room, including the eyelet curtains that had
been hung on her window.

"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old
having just been presented with a new puppy.

"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room...just wait," I said.

Then she spoke these words that I will never forget:
"That does not have anything to do with it," she gently replied.
"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether
I like my room or not, does not depend on how the furniture is
arranged. It is how I arrange my mind. I have already decided to love it.

It is a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a
choice. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the
parts of my body that no longer work, or I can get out of bed and be
thankful for the ones that do work. Each day is a gift, and as long as
my eyes open, I will focus on the new day and all of the happy memories
I have stored away...just for this time in my life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you have
already put in.

I believe-
that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we
are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I believe-
that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you
every
once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I believe-
that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to
doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

I believe-
that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest
distance.
Same goes for true love.

I believe-
that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I believe-
that you should always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.

I believe-
that you can keep going, long after you can't.

I believe-
that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I believe-
that either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I believe-
that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs
to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I believe-
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe-
that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and
have the best time.

I believe-
that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down,
will be the ones to help you get back up.

I believe-
that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but
that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I believe-
that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've
had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many
birthdays you've celebrated.

I believe-
that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes
you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe-
that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't
stop for your grief.

I believe-
that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they
don't love each other. And just because they don't argue,
it doesn't mean they do.

I believe-
that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret.
It could change your life forever.

I believe-
that two people can look at the exact same thing and see
something totally different.

I believe-
that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people
who don't even know you.

I believe-
that even when you think you have no more to give, when
a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.

I believe-
that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I believe-
that the people you care about most in life are taken
from you too soon.

Have A Great Day!!!
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !!!

In the valley I grow

In The Valleys I Grow
======================

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe.
It's then I have to remember
That it's in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountaintop
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountaintops,
But it's in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day,
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know,
The mountaintops are glorious,
But it's in the valleys I grow!

Jan Bagwell

God's Wings

God's Wings

An article in National Geographic several years ago provided an
interesting picture of God's wings.

After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers
began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage.

One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched
statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat
sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a
stick.

When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under
their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of
impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the
tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively
knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown
to safety but had refused to abandon her babies.

When the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small
body, the mother had remained steadfast.

Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of
her wings would live.

Being loved this much should make a difference in your life.

Remember the One who loves you,

...and then be different because of it.

"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you
will find refuge." (Psalm 91:4)
Jan Bagwell

Within His Hands

Within His Hands
Whenever I grow weary ,
And miles seen much too long ,
And troubles think I am the one
To whom they all belong .
When things don’t always work out ,
According to my plan ,
It’s hard to drag my cross along ,
When I can barely stand .
And yet it’s times like these that test
The metal of my soul ,
If everthing were gold ,
We would have naught to hope for ,
If skies were always blue ,
And it is true the sweetest smile
Must hide a tear or two .
And so in spite of everthing ,
I know I’m not alone ,
God never understands ,
When each of us can see ourselves ,
…Carved in the Savior’s Hands
Jan Bagwell
God Bless

He's There

He’s There
The storms of life will gather
and the bitter winds assail ,
Yet beyond the depts. Of anguish
is a love that cannot fail .

It’s a love that’s always with us
thought at times it seems obscure ,
But there never is desertion
a love so true and pure .

When at times you feel deserted
and you seem to walk alone ,
Try to picture God in glory
seated on the mercy throne .

Try to picture Christ at Calvary
as He hung upon the tree ,
And how lonely ,when He cried out _
“Why has Thou forsaken Me ?”

Yes ,our Lord once had the feeling
that He , too was all alone ,
Yet , God proved that He present
Sitting on the mercy throne

Satan often tries to trick us
into thinking God’s not there ,
But if Calvary’s our example ,
He is closest in despair .
Jan Bagwell

O Night of Wonder

O Night of Wonder
O night of wonder and delight !
O night of glory and surprise !
With one road stretching clear and bright
Before our eager ,dazzled eyes .
Drawn by the magnet of a star ;
Drawn by an unseen power we take
A silver road that leads afar ,
And follow it for Christ’s dear sake .

O King of Kings ,and Lord of lords ,
We fall before thy starlit throne .
Humble we are –there are no words
With which we fitly can make known

Our heart’s elation and desire .
We search for words we cannot find –
The air is drenched with silver fire ,
Too bright for eyes that are struck blind .

Accept our silence as high praise ,
Our rapture ,as a thing of worth .
We are stricken with the old amaze :
The strange sweet wonder of thy birth .
Jan Bagwell
We must give him praise !! May you have a wonderful day my friends .

As I grow old

AS I GROW OLD

As I grow old it seems that I
Grow old as grows the western sky
When day is coming to its close :
For life takes on a tint of rose
I had not known in life’s hot noon .
I see new stars I had not seen ,
A surer faith ,a peace serene ,
As I grow old .

As I grow old , like men at even ,
I turn my eyes again to heaven ,
That were so busy with the earth :
And there I find the things of worth ,
The things most beautiful of all .
Upon the world a fairer light ,
A golden glean ,a beacon bright ,
As I grow old .

As I grow old the winds of life
Die down ,the hate ,the hurt ,the strife .
The waters calm ,the waves are still .
I want no triumph, wish no ill
To any man . now from my heart
The ancient angers all depart .
New friends I know ,news songs are sung ,
New joys are mine – yes ,I grow young
As I grow old
Jan Bagwell

May God Bless every part of your life !

Mover Of Mountains

Mover of Mountains

Faith is force that is greater
Than knowledge or power or skill ,
And the darkest defeat turns to triumph
If we trust in God’s wisdom and will .
For faith is a mover of mountains,
There’s nothing man cannot achieve
If he has the courage to try it
And then has the faith to believe .
Jan Bagwell

Seek Ye First the Kingdom

Seek Ye First the Kingdom
Life is a mixture
Of sunshine and rain ,
Good things and bad things
Pleasure and pain .
We can’t have all sunshine ,
But it’s certainly true
There is never a cloud
The sun does’nt shine through.
So always remenber
That whatever betide you
The power of God
Is always beside you
And if friends disappoint you
and plans go astray
And nothing works out
In just the right way ,
And you feel you have failed
In achieving your goal ,
And that life wrongly placed you
In an unfitting role ,
Take heart and stand tall
And think who you are ,
For God is your Father
And no one can bar
Or keep you from reaching
Your desired success ,
Or withhold the joy
That is yours to possess,
For with God on your side
It matters not who
Is working to keep
life’s good things from you ,
For you need nothing more
Than God’s guidance and love
To insure you the things
That you’re most worthy of .
So trust in His wisdom
And follow His ways ,
And be not concerned
With the world’s empty praise ,
But seek first His kingdom
And you will possess
The world’s greatest riches
Which is true happiness
Jan Bagwell

Your Life will be blessed if you look for the best

Your Life Will Be Blessed if you look for the Best

It’s easy to grow downhearted
when nothing goes your way ,
It’s easy to be discouraged
when you have a troublesome day ,
But trouble is only a challenge
to spur you on to achieve
The best that God has to offer
If you have the faith to believe !
Jan Bagwell

Migration

Migration
In fall I share the dream of birds
to seek a warmer place,
To leave the cold and dark behind
for sunlight on my face .
On wings of faith I soar above
on some uncharted course
Which leads me closer to God’s love
which is itself a force .
The journey’s long and perilous
over land and time and sea ,
But then I reach the golden shore
where heaven smiles on me!
The northern winds have come and gone ,
there’s no forecast of snow ,
So I begin my journey home
to watch the roses grow.
In spring my heart is filled with hope
despite the pain I bear ,
So I return ,as do the birds ,
on a wing and a prayer !
Jan Bagwell

No Favor Do I Seek Today

No Favor Do I Seek Today
I come not to ask , to plead ,or implore You ,
I just to tell you how much I adore you ,
And to keel in Your Presence makes me feel bless .
For I know that you know all my needs best .
And it fills me with joy just to linger with you
As my soul you replenish and my heart you renew ,
For prayer is much more than just asking for things –
It’s the peace and contentment that quietness brings .
So thank you again for your mercy and love
And for making me heir to Your kingdom above !

Jan Bagwell
God Bless , Please be in pray for my son , and for our brothers and sisters in Christ

Within His Hands

Within His Hands
Whenever I grow weary ,
And miles seen much too long ,
And troubles think I am the one
To whom they all belong .
When things don’t always work out ,
According to my plan ,
It’s hard to drag my cross along ,
When I can barely stand .
And yet it’s times like these that test
The metal of my soul ,
If everything were gold ,
We would have naught to hope for ,
If skies were always blue ,
And it is true the sweetest smile
Must hide a tear or two .
And so in spite of everything ,
I know I’m not alone ,
God understands ,
When each of us can see ourselves ,
…Carved in the Savior’s Hands
Jan Bagwell

Springtime in Your Heart

Springtime in Your Heart

Keep Springtime in your heart
With its healing beams of gold .
Let the fire of Autunn
Warm you through the Winter’s cold .

All through the Wintry winds that blow,
When birds away have flown,
Picture rays of sunshine
Through Summers you have known.

Feel the warmth of springtime ,
Let Nature’s lovely sounds
Be heard again in spirit
Through all of Winter’s rounds .

And when it’s cold and dark
And dreary seems the day ,
Bask in the warmth of God’s great love
That can never pass away .

Keep Springtime in your heart
Though it may seem long ago
Through falling snow and icy winds
Its warmth in you will glow .

Spring’s lovely flowers , its azure sky ,
Kept fast in your mind’s eye,
Will show God’s love , keep hope alive
Til Winder passes by .
Jan Bagwell

To set tree

To Set Tree

It takes love to set a tree –
Love for each twig and branch we see ,
Love for the beautiful God has made –
To clear the ground and use the spade .

It takes happiness to set a tree
With a heart so full of joy and glee ,
For no one could be otherwise
As he digs and looks to the skies .

It takes contentment to set a tree –
Content with all there is to be ,
For who could be dissatisfied
With anything that therein lies .

It takes courage to set a tree –
Courage to use the things we see
Instead of wishing for some sprier
Go to the woods and it is there.

It takes faith to set a tree –
Faith in all that comes from Thee,
For what assurance does one give
Or guarantee that it will live ?

IT takes hope to set a tree –
Hope that one will live to see
Some good thing that in it shows
As it looks to God and grows
Jan bagwell

Like a Brook

Like A Brook
Life is time of changing courses ,
Changing moods an altered will –
Like a brook that changes pathways
Through the woodlands ,fields and hills ;
It is time of changing values –
From beginning to its end –
Where we choose ,with growing wisdoms
Newer course ; better friends .

There are years of rushing splenders ,
Reckless thrills and lustful fonds ;
Times of tears that flood and threaten
Loves of life and human bonds ;
Years of struggle – trail and error –
When we reach for higher goals ,

Searching life for truth and comforts
That are balm for heart and soul .

Then there come the years of ebbing ,
In the quiet pool life ,
Where there are no rushing waters –
No demands of youth or strife ;
Graceful years that hold no changes
For our courses ,wills and ways –
Where the lord make calm the waters
That precede our Judgement Day .
Jan Bagwell

For Being Kind

For Being Kind
Of the many friends I’ve treasured –
Those who’ve lived the longest time
Are the ones who were the kindest
With their gifts of heart and mind ;
Never selfish; Never greedy ;
Never sparing loving care ;
Aways sharing of harvests
And the fortunes of their prayers.

They were ,always busy people –
Helping others with their needs –
And, forever , sowing kindness
In their acts of Christian deeds ;
None were , ever rich or noble –
Or possessed of master minds;
They were only humble people ,
God had blessed for being kind .
Jan Bagwell

Gardeners of God

Gardeners of God
The seeds we sow are made to grow
In acts and deeds we do
And what we harvest , in return ,
Is what our efforts grew .
So , if we sow God’s seeds of love –
Throughout our years of time –
The crops we harvest , every day,
Will always be divine.

It is , for us ,to sow His cares
Indeed of every kind
And live the Christian way of life –
In body, heart and mind –
The joys he wills to be
To gardeners of his love and care –
And Christianity
Jan Bagwell

Angels in the alley

ANGELS IN THE ALLEY . . .
Diane, a young Christian University student, was home for the summer.
She had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked "God" to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided take it, however, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray,asking for "God's" protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived Home safely.The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley, just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had attacked her. When the policeman asked him, He answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."
> > > > > Moral of the story? Don't underestimate the power of Prayer. Gives you Goosebumps doesn't it!
God Bless
Jan Bagwell
Please be in prayer for my son David Bagwell . and Stamie Cline and her family

Because I'm Human

Because I’m Human
Because I am not perfect ,
My best intentions seen
To sometimes miss fillment ,
Like the texture of a dream ,
And I wage a daily battle ,
That I very often lose ,
Between the things that matter,
And the ones I seen to choose .

Because I am no angel ,
I am easy to mislead ,
In spite of what I know is right ,
I’m swayed by pride and greed .
Sometimes I think I love the world
Too much to want to leave ,
Though Eternity awaits me ,
And all that I believe ,

My free will is a problem ,
How easy it would be ,
If God made the decisions ,
And took the job from me
But in this there is no merit ,
I am very well aware ,
So I have to work for Heaven ,
Every moment I am here.

And just because I’m human ,
It might take a little long ,
To be come what I was meant to be ,
Since I’m really not that strong .
So I’ll just keep on a trying ,
and I’ll live from day to day ,
For my spirit is immortal ,
…Though my body’s made of clay ,
Jan Bagwell

A Ode

AN ODE

The spacious firmament on high ,
With all the blue ethereal sky ,
And spangled heavens ,a shining frame ,
Their great Original proclaim .
The unwearied sun from day to day
Does his Creator’s power display ,
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty Hand .

Soon as the evening shades prevail ,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale ,
And nightly ,to the listening earth ,
Repeats the story of her birth ;
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn ,
Confirm the tidings as they roll ,
And spread the truth from pole to pole

What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball ?
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found ?
In reason’s ear they all rejoice ,
And utter forth a glorious voice ,
For ever singing as they shine ,
“The Hand that made us is divine ! ”
Jan Bagwell
Jan Bagwell

Salvation By Grace

Saved by Grace

Some day the silver cord will break
And I no more as now shall sing ;
But Oh ,the joy when I shall wake
Within the palace of the King !

And I shall see Him face to face ,
And tell the story _Saved by Grace.

Some day my earthly house will fall;
I cannot tell how soon ‘twill be ;
But this I know –my all in all
Has now a place in heaven for me.

Some day ,when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy-tinted west ,
My blessed Lord will say , “Well done !”
And I will enter into rest .

Some day ; till then I’ll watch and wait ,
My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
That when my Saviour open’s the gate ,
My soul to Him may take its flight .
Jan Bagwell

A song of living

A Song Of living

It is so good to be alive ;
To have deep dreams : to greatly strive
Through the day’s work :to dance and sing
Between the times of sorrowing _
To have a clear faith in the end
That death is life’s best ,truthful friend .

To be alive : to hear and see
This wonderful ,strange pageantry
Of earth ,in which each hour’s session
Brings forth a new unknown procession
Of joys :stars ,flowers ,seas and grass
In ever new guise before me pass .

To have deep dreams : ah me , al me !
To bring far things close by see ;
To have my voyaging soul explore
Beyond my body’s ponderous door .
To make my love from a thousand graces ,

To greatly strive :perform my share
Of work : for the world grows more fair
To him who measures Time and Fate
By what his laboring days create-
For work is the voice that lifts to God
The adoration of sod .

To dance and sing :my body’s praise
For being fair in many ways .
It hath no other voice than this
To thank God for a moment’s bliss –
When art and heaven together trust
Joy to the perfection of the dust .

Times of sorrowing :yea , to weep :
To wash my soul with tears , and keep
It clean from earth’s too constant gain ,
Even as a flower needs rain
To cool the passion of the sun ,
And take a fresh new glory on .
To have clear faith :- through good or ill
We but perform some conscious will
Higher than man’s The world at best
In all things doth but manifest
That God has set His internal seal
Upon the unsubstantial real .
Jan Bagwell

Hanging On

Hanging On

It’s hanging on that does it ,
When others faint and tire ;
To keep a going onward ,
To climb a little higher.
Some folks are always weary ,
They say it can’t be done ,
While others keep on trying ,
And find in work their fun .

It’s hanging on that does it;
It takes a lot of grit ;
But the more of that you’re spending ,
The more you have at it ;
And soon it gets as easy
As singing an old , old song ,
Forget that you are plugging ,
And days just slide along .

It’s hanging on that does it;
Folks see you standing pat ,
They say you are a wonder ,
A genius , and all of that ;
You laugh at their exclaiming ,
Superior brain or brown ,
And know that all the difference
Is just in hanging on .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless and keep you,
and just keep hang on ,
God is always on time !

Heaven Every Day

Heaven Every Day


We have a wonderful Guest

At our house

Who makes our a home a haven ,

Every day :

And this wonderful Guest

At our house

Has promised us He’ll

Never go away .



He brought a lovely letter

From His Father’s house above ,

And every day we read it ,

For it tells us of His love ;

And when we go to sleep

At night ,

He sees that everything

Goes right –

This wonderful Guest

At our house .

Who makes our home a heaven

Every day

His name is JESUS ,and because

He loves us ,one and all ,

He’d love to visit your house

If you’d like to have Him call :

So ,if some time you should decide –

Just ask Him in ,and He’ll abide –

This wonderful Guest at our house , who makes our home a heaven

Every day .

Jan Bagwell

The Voice of God is Calling

The Voice of God is calling

The voice of God is calling
Its summons unto men ;
As once He spoke in Zion,
So now He speaks again ,
Whom shall I send to succor
My people in their need ?
Whom shall I send to shatter
The fetters which they bear ?

We heed , O Lord , Thy summons ,
And answer : Here are we !
Let us Thy servants be .
Our strength is dust and ashes
Our years a passing hour :
But Thou canst use our weakness
To magnify Thy power.

From ease and plenty save us ;
From pride of place absolve ;
Purge us of low desire ;
Lift us to high resolve ;
Take us ,and make us holy ;
Teach us Thy will and way .
Speak ,and behold !we answer ;
Command , and we obey !
Jan Bagwell

Prayer For a Friend

Prayer For A Friend

In the Book of God’s remembrance
Our names are written there
And it seens to bring you nearer
As I breathe your name in prayer ;
And I thank the Heavenly Father
For your friendship sweet and true
And pray His richest blessings
Will ever rest on you !
Jan Bagwell

To Get The Most From Life

To Get The Most From Life

If you would get the most life ,
You must put something in it ,
And strive to help your fellow man
Each day , each hour , each minute .
An act of kindness done by you ,
Will cheer the heart that’s sad ,
And when you cause someone to smile ,
It makes your own heart glad .

Be friendly with your brothers
And extend a helping hand ,
And each of them will grasp it
In a way you’ll understand .
Then when you travel down life’s road
And round the distant bend ,
There’ll be a host of people who
Will say ,”there goes my friend “.
Jan Bagwell

What is a Friend ?

What is a Friend

A friend is a person of great understanding
Who shares all our hopes and our schemes ,
A companion who listens with infinite patience
To all of our plans and our dreams
A true friend can make all our cares melt away
With the touch of a hand or a smile ,
And with calm reassurance make everything brighter ,
And life always seem more worth while –
A friend shares so many bright moments of laughter
At even the tiniest thing –
What memorable hours of light-hearted gladness
And pleasure this sharing can bring !
A friend is cherished and precious possession
Who knows all our hopes and our fears ,
And someone to treasure deep down in our hearts
With a closeness that grows through the years !
Jan Bagwell

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she
slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment.

Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's really, really sick....and I want to buy a miracle.'
'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist.

'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now So how much does a miracle cost?'
'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little. 'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me ho w much it costs.' The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?'

' I don't know,' Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.' 'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago
'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audibly.
'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to...'
'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. '
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need.'
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. 'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how
much it would have cost?' Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child.
In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need..
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.
I know you'll keep the ball moving!

Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you!

A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.
This was send to me by Brother Mike Well .
Thank you
God Bless ,
Jan Bagwell

Hold high the Torch !

Hold High The Torch !

You did not light its glow –
,Twas given you by other hands you know .
‘Tis yours to keep it burning bright !
Yours to pass on when you no more need light:
For there are other feet that we must guide
And other forms go marching by our side :
Their eyes are watching every smile and tear .
And efforts which we think are not worthwhile
Are sometimes just the very help they need ,
Action to which their souls would give most heed :
So that in turn they’ll it hold it high
And say :”I watched someone else carry it this way .”
I think it started down its pathway bright
The day the Maker said , Let there be light .”
“Ye are the light of the world –
Go Shine For Me

Jan Bagwell

A Prayer

A Prayer

Let me work each day ;
And if the darkened hours of despair overcome me
May I not forget the strength that comforted me
In the desolation of other times .
May I still remember the bright hours that you found me ,
And I promised my God to have courage
Amid the tempests of the changing years .
Spare me from bitterness .
And from the sharp passions of unguarded moments .
May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the same spirit .
Though the world know me not ,
May my thoughts and actions be such
as shall keep me friendly with myself .
Lift my eyes from the earth ,
Forbid that I should judge others ,
Lest I condemn myself .
Let me not follow the clamor of the world ,
But walk calmly in my path .
Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am ;
And keep ever burning before my vagrant steps
The kindly light of hope .
And though age and infirmity overtake me ,
And I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams ,
Teach me still to be thankful for life ,and for time’s olden memories that are good and sweet ;
And may the evening’s twilight find me gentle still
Jan Bagwell

The Glory of God in Creation

The Glory of God in Creation

Thou art , the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see ;
Its glow by day , its smile by night ,
Are but reflections caught from Thee .
Where’er we turn , Thy glories shine ,
And all things fair and bright are Thine

When day , with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even ,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven –
Those hues that make the sun’s decline
So soft , so radiant ,Lord ! are Thine .

When night , with wings of starry gloom ,
O’vershadows all the earth and skies ,
Like some dark , beauteous bird ,whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumber’d eyes –
That sacred gloom , those fires divine ,
So grand , so countless , Lord! are Thine .

When youthful Spring around us breathes ,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh ;
And every flower the Summer wreathes
Is born beneath Thy kindling eye :
Where’er we turn , Thy glories shine ,
And all things fair and bright are Thine!
Jan Bagwell

There is man on the cross

There is man on the cross

Whenever there is silence around me
By day or by night –
I am startled by a cry .
It came down from the cross –
The first time I heard it .
I went out and searched –
And found a man in the throes of crucifixion ,
And I said ,”I will take you down ,”
And I tired to take the nails out of his feet .
But he said , “Let them be
For I cannot be taken down
Until every man , every woman , and every child
Come together to take me down .”
And I said ,”But I cannot hear you cry .
What can I do ?”
And he said , “Go about the world –
Tell everyone that you meet –
There is a man on the cross .”
Jan Bagwell

Love’s strength

Measure thy life by loss instead of gain ,
Not by the wine drunk , but the wine pored forth ;
For love’s strength standeth in love’s sacifice ,
And who so suffers most hath most to give .
For labor , the common lot of man ,
Is part of the kind Creator’s plain ;
And he is a king whose brow is wet
With the pearl-gemmed crown of honest sweat .
Some glorious day , this understood ,
All toilers will be a brotherhood ,
With brain or hand the purpose is one ,
And the Master-workman , God’s own Son .
Jan Bagwell

Life's Mirror

Life’s Mirror

There are loyal hearts , there are spirits brave .
There are souls that are pure and true;
Then give to the world the best you have .

Give love ,and love to your life will flow ,
And strength in your inmost needs ;
Have faith in your work and deeds .

Give truth , and your gifts will be paid in kind .
And song a song will meet ;
And the smile that is just as sweet .

Give pity and sorrow to those who mourn ;
You will gather in flowers again
The scattered seeds from your thought out- borne
Though the sowing seemed in vain .

Far life is mirror of king and slave ,
Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best you have
And the best will come back to you
Jan Bagwell

Things I wish To Remenber

Things I Wish To Remenber

That it pays to forget those things that are behind .
That what I would do for Christ must needs be done for others.
That a good name is rather to be chosen than riches.
That the greatest thing in all the world is love .
That the way to find happiness is forget self .
That there is no happiness in things .
That a word once spoken can never be recalled .
That no suffering is too great if it contributes to the building and nurture of Christian character .
That to correct one fault in myself is greater than to correct ten in my neighbor .
That yesterday is gone forever ; tomorrow may never come ; today , only is mine .
That time is too precious to be used other than for God’s glory .
Jan Bagwell

The Choice of the Cross

The Choice of The Cross

Hard it is , very hard ,
To Calvary , to redeem mankind ;far better
To make but one resplendent miracle ,
Lean through the cloud , lift the right hand of power
And with a sudden lightning smite the world perfect .
Yet this was not God’s way , Who had the power ,
But set it by , choosing the cross ,the thorn ,
The sorrowful wounds , something supreme ,
That power destroys in passing ,something supreme ,
To whose great value in the eyes of God
That cross , that thorn , and those five wounds bear witness .
Jan bagwell

I am Thankful

I Am Thankful !

I am thankful to be an American . It is a God –given priviledge to dwell in a land where every citizen is free to worship God according to the dictates of his conscience ; where everyone can vote his own political convictions at the polls ; where there is freedom of speech , and freedom of the press ; where there is the free enterprise system, under which every person can own property , and is not compelled to yield it to a Communist state . Yes I am grateful to live are created equal , and that every citizen is guaranteed “ justice under the law “.

I am thankful for our glorious flag . When I behold the stars and stripes , always a tingle of joy and pride courses through my spinal column ,in the knowledge that , “This is my flag “, and I am overwhelmed with gratitude to Almighty God that as long as this flag ripples in the breezes , all the freedoms which we cherish shall be preserved . This flag represents the spilt blood of my fathers who with the spirit of thanksgiving ,and with the holy resolve that its enemies shall never haul it down from its lofty ramparts .

I am thankful for the Bible , the Book upon which our nation was founded . It is evident to all who know history that America would never have known freedom except for the influence of the Word of God .Today , we would not have one vestige of freedom founding fathers . Today , if we were to turn away from the Bible , our country would be another Godless state . Thank God for the Bible ! The atheists have bombarded it, the agnostics have ridiculed it , the infildels have blasted it , the skeptics have sought to destroy it , the Roman hierarchy denied it to their people , the Modernist preachers have tried to scuttle it --- in fact , all the agencies of Satan have hammered away at it . But it still stands as the imperishable , indestructible Word of the Eternal God . It still changes lives , transforms homes , elevates communities ,blesses
Nations . Thank God for the Bible !

I am thankful for the church of the living God . I speak in the true Scriptural sense ; that assembly of born again , called out ones who have been changed by the power of Christ , and who have been made members of the family of God . In spite of false pretenders ,misguided religionists who misinterpret the truth , and willful apostates who seek to deceive the people by advocating the social gospel , and by denying the faith , the church goes on , conquering and to conquer ; and as our Lord promised : “The gates of hell shall not prevail against it”

Jan Bagwell

Give Them the Flowers now

Give Them the Flowers now

Closed eyes can’t the white roses.
Cold hands can’t hold them , you know .
Breath that is stilled cannot gather
The odors that sweet from them blow.
Its children of earth doth endow;
Life is the time we can help them,
So give them the flowers now!

Here are the struggles and striving.
Here are the cares and the tears;
Now is the time to be smoothing
The frowns and the furrows and fears .
What to closed eyes are kind saying?
What to hushed heart is deep vow?
Naught can avail after parting,
So give them the flowers now!
Just a kind word or a greeting;
Just a warm grasp or a smile –
These are the flowers that will lighten
The burdens for many a mile.
After the journey is over
What is the use of them; how
Can they carry them who must be carried ?
Oh , give them the flowers now!
Jan Bagwell

Climb Till Your Dream Comes True

Climb Till Your Dream Comes True

Often your tasks will be many,
And more than you think you can do ,
Often the road will be rugged
And the hills insurmountable , too ,
But always remenber ,the hills ahead
Are never as steep as they seen ,
And with faith in your heart start upward
And climb till you reach your dream .
For nothing in life that is worthy
Is ever too hard to achieve
If you have the courage to try it
And you have the faith to believe .
For faith is a force that is greater
Than knowledge or power or skill
And many defeats turn to triumph
If you trust in God’s wisdom and will .
For faith is a mover of mountains ,
There’s nothing that God cannot do ,
So start out today with faith in your heart
And climb till your dream comes true .
Jan Bagwell

Springtime in Your Heart

Springtime in Your Heart

Keep Springtime in your heart
With its healing beams of gold .
Let the fire of Autumn
Warm you through the Winter’s cold .

All through the Wintry winds that blow,
When birds aways have flown,
Picture rays of sunshine
Through Summers you have known.

Feel the warmth of springtime ,
Let Nature’s lovely sounds
Be heard again in spirit
Through all of Winter’s rounds .

And when it’s cold and dark
And dreary seems the day ,
Bask in the warmth of God’s great love
That can never pass away .

Keep Springtime in your heart
Though it may seem long ago
Through falling snow and icy winds
Its warmth in you will glow .

Spring’s lovely flowers ,its azure sky ,
Kept fast in your mind’s eye,
Will show God’s love , keep hope alive
Till Winter passes by .
Jan Bagwell

Worry no more God know the Score

Worry No More !
God Know the Score

Have you ever been caught
In a web you did’nt weave ,
Involved in conditions
that are to believe ?
Have you felt you must speak
And explain and deny
A story that’s groundless
Or a small , whispered lie ?
Have you heard rumors
You would like to refute
Or some telltale gossip
You would like to dispute ?
Well, don’t be upset ,
For God knows the score
And with God your judge
You need worry no more ,
For men may misjudge you
But God’s verdict is fair ,
For He looks deep inside
And He is clearly aware
Of every small detail
In your pattern of living
And always He lenient
And fair and forgiving ---
And knowing that God
Is your judge and your jury
Frees you completely
From man’s falseness and fury ,
And secure in this knowledge
Let your thoughts rise above
Man’s small , shallow judgments
That are so empty of
God’s goodness in greatness
In judging all men
And forget ugly rumors
And be happy again.
Jan Bagwell



























Worry No More !
God Know the Score

Have you ever been caught
In a web you did’nt weave ,
Involed in conditions
that are to believe ?
Have you felt you must speak
And explain and deny
A story that’s groundless
Or a small ,whispered lie ?
Have you heard rumors
You would like to refute
Or some telltale gossip
You would like to dipute ?
Well, don’t be upset ,
For God knows the score
And with God your judge
You need worry no more ,
For men may misjudge you
But God’s verdict is fair ,
For He looks deep inside
And He is clearly aware
Of every small detail
In your patter n of living
And always He lenient
And fair and forgiving ---
And knowing that God
Is your judge and your jury
Frees you completely
From man’s falseness and fury ,
And secure in this knowledge
Let your thoughts rise above
Man’s small , shallow judgments
That are so empty of
God’s goodness in greatness
In judging all men
And forget ugly rumors
And be happy again.
Jan Bagwell

The Language of the Heart

The Language of the Heart

Just like a sunbean brightens the sky ,
A smile on the face of a passerby
Can make a drab and crowded street
A pleasant place where two smiles meet .
Jan Bagwell

The beauty of the sunbean lies partly in the fact that God does not keep it ; He gives it away to us all .

The Future is Yours

THE FUTURE IS YOURS

The future is yours ,
it belongs to you,
And with faith in God
and in yourself , too ,
No hill’s too high ,
No mountain’s too tall ,
For with faith in the Lord
You can conquer them all .
And that you wish for
That is honest and true
The Lord will certainly
give to you,
Not always the way
you most desire ,
But He always gives
what you most require.
So accept what He sends,
be it bitter or sweet ,
For God knows best
what makes life complete
Jan Bagwell

Success is be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succed

Adversity Can Distress Us or Bless Us

Adversity Can Distress Us or Bless Us

The way we use adversity
is strictly own choice ,
For in God’s hands adversity
can make the heart rejoice .
For everything God sends to us ,
no matter in what form ,
Is sent with plan and purpose ,
for by the fierceness of a storm
The atmosphere is changed and cleared
and the earth is washed and clean
And the high winds of adversity
can make restless souls serene .
And while it’s very difficult
for mankind to understand
God’s intentions and His purpose
and the workings of His hand ,
If we observe the miracles
that in His wondrous way
God makes what seemed unbearable
and painful and distressing ,
Easily acceptable
when we view it as a blessing .
Jan Bagwell
The only way to multiply happiness is to divide it.

Migration

Migration
In fall I share the dream of birds
to seek a warmer place,
To leave the cold and dark behind
for sunlight on my face .
On wings of faith I soar above
on some unchartered course
Which leads me closer to God’s love
which is itself a force .
The journey’s long and perilous
over land and time and sea ,
But then I reach the golden shore
where heaven smiles on me!
The northern winds have come and gone ,
there’s no forecast of snow ,
So I begin my journey home
to watch the roses grow.
In spring my heart is filled with hope
despite the pain I bear ,
So I return ,as do the birds ,
on a wing and a prayer !
Jan Bagwell