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
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Because I 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
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
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Her Daddy
Her Daddy
Her hair up in a pony tail ,
her favorite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy’s Day at school ,
and she couldn’t wait to go
But her mommy tried to tell her ,
that she probably should stay home
Why the kids might not understand ,
if she went to school alone
But she was not afraid ,
she knew just what to say
What to tell her classmates ,
on this Daddy’s Day
But still her mother worried ,
for to face this day alone
And that was why once again ,
she tried to keep her daughter home
But the little girl went to school ,
eager to tell them all
About a dad she never sees ,
a dad who never calls
There were daddies along the wall in back ,
for everyone to meet
Children squirming impatiently ,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called ,
a student from the class
To introduce their daddy ,
as seconds slowly passed
At last the teacher called her name ,
every child turned to stare
Each of them were searching ,
for a man who wasn’t there
“Where her daddy at ?”
she heard a boy call out ,”
“She probably doesn’t have one ,”
another student dared to shout
And from somewhere near the back ,
she heard a daddy say
“Looks like another deadbeat dad ,
too busy to waste his day .”
The words did not offend her ,
As she smiled at her friends
And looked back at her teacher ,
Who told her to begin
And with hands behind her back ,
Slowly she began to speak
And out from the mouth of a child ,
Came words incredibly unique
My Daddy couldn’t be here ,
because he lives so for away
But I know he wishes he could
be with me on this day
And though you cannot meet him ,
I wanted you to know
All about my daddy ,
and how much he loves me so
He loved to tell me stories ,
he taught me to ride my bike
He surprised me with pink roses ,
and taught me to fly a kite
We used to share fudge sundaes ,
and ice cream in a cone
And though you cannot see him ,
I not standing all alone
Cause my daddy’s always with me ,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me ,
he’ll forever be here in my heart “
With that her little hand reached up
and lay across her chest
Feeling her heartbeat ,
beneath her favorite dress
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter
who was wise beyond her years
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right
And when she dropped her hand back down ,
staring straight into the crowd
She finished with a voice so soft ,
but its message clear and loud
“I love my dady very much ,
He’s my shining star ,
And if he could he’d be here ,
But heaven’ just too far,s,
But sometimes when I close my eyes ,
it’s like he never went away .”
And then she closed her eyes ,
and saw him there that day
And to her mother’s amazement ,
she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children
all starting to close their eyes
Who knows what they saw before them ,
who knows what they felt inside
Perhaps for merely a second
they saw him at her side .
“I know you’re with me Daddy ,”
to the silence she called out
And what happened next made believers
of those once filled with doubt
Not one in that room could explin it ,
for each of their eyes had been closed
But there placed on her desktop ,
was a beautiful fragrant pink rose
And a child was blessed ,if only a moment ,by the
love of her shining bright star
And given the gift of believing ,
that heaven is never too far
Jan
Her hair up in a pony tail ,
her favorite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy’s Day at school ,
and she couldn’t wait to go
But her mommy tried to tell her ,
that she probably should stay home
Why the kids might not understand ,
if she went to school alone
But she was not afraid ,
she knew just what to say
What to tell her classmates ,
on this Daddy’s Day
But still her mother worried ,
for to face this day alone
And that was why once again ,
she tried to keep her daughter home
But the little girl went to school ,
eager to tell them all
About a dad she never sees ,
a dad who never calls
There were daddies along the wall in back ,
for everyone to meet
Children squirming impatiently ,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called ,
a student from the class
To introduce their daddy ,
as seconds slowly passed
At last the teacher called her name ,
every child turned to stare
Each of them were searching ,
for a man who wasn’t there
“Where her daddy at ?”
she heard a boy call out ,”
“She probably doesn’t have one ,”
another student dared to shout
And from somewhere near the back ,
she heard a daddy say
“Looks like another deadbeat dad ,
too busy to waste his day .”
The words did not offend her ,
As she smiled at her friends
And looked back at her teacher ,
Who told her to begin
And with hands behind her back ,
Slowly she began to speak
And out from the mouth of a child ,
Came words incredibly unique
My Daddy couldn’t be here ,
because he lives so for away
But I know he wishes he could
be with me on this day
And though you cannot meet him ,
I wanted you to know
All about my daddy ,
and how much he loves me so
He loved to tell me stories ,
he taught me to ride my bike
He surprised me with pink roses ,
and taught me to fly a kite
We used to share fudge sundaes ,
and ice cream in a cone
And though you cannot see him ,
I not standing all alone
Cause my daddy’s always with me ,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me ,
he’ll forever be here in my heart “
With that her little hand reached up
and lay across her chest
Feeling her heartbeat ,
beneath her favorite dress
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter
who was wise beyond her years
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right
And when she dropped her hand back down ,
staring straight into the crowd
She finished with a voice so soft ,
but its message clear and loud
“I love my dady very much ,
He’s my shining star ,
And if he could he’d be here ,
But heaven’ just too far,s,
But sometimes when I close my eyes ,
it’s like he never went away .”
And then she closed her eyes ,
and saw him there that day
And to her mother’s amazement ,
she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children
all starting to close their eyes
Who knows what they saw before them ,
who knows what they felt inside
Perhaps for merely a second
they saw him at her side .
“I know you’re with me Daddy ,”
to the silence she called out
And what happened next made believers
of those once filled with doubt
Not one in that room could explin it ,
for each of their eyes had been closed
But there placed on her desktop ,
was a beautiful fragrant pink rose
And a child was blessed ,if only a moment ,by the
love of her shining bright star
And given the gift of believing ,
that heaven is never too far
Jan
The Burial of Moses
By Nebo’s lonely mountain , on this side Jordan’s wave ,
In a vale in the land of Moab , there lies a lonely grave ;
But no man dug that sepulcher ,and no man saw it e’er ,
For the angels of God upturned the sod , and laid the dead man there .
That was the grandest funeral that ever passed on earth ;
But no man heard the tramping , or saw the train go forth ;
Noiselessly as the daylight comes when the night is done ,
And the crimson streak on the ocean’s cheek grows into the great sun,-
Noiselessly as the spring-time her crown of verdure weaves ,
And all the trees on all the hills open their thousand leaves ,-
So ,without sound of music ,or voice of them that wept ,
Silently down the mountain’s crown the great procession
swept .
Lo! When the warrior dieth , his comrades of the war,
With arms reversed , and muffled drums, follow the funeral car
They show the banners taken , they tell his battles won ,
And after him lead his masterless steed , while peals the minute-gun .
Amid the noblest of the land men lay the sage to rest ,
And give the bard an honored place with costly marble
dressed ,
In the great minster transept ,where lights like glories fall ,
And the sweet choir sings ,and the organ rings ,along the emblazoned wall .
This was the bravest warrior that ever buckled sword ;
This the most gifted poet that ever breathed a word ;
And never earth’s philosopher traced , with his golden pen ,
On the deathless page , truths half so sage ,as he wrote down for men .
And had he not high honor , the hillside for a pall ;
To lie in state while angels wait with stars for tapers tall;
And the dark rock pines , like tossing plumes ,over his bier to wave ;
And God’s own hand , in that lonely land ,to lay him in the grave ?
O lonely tomb in Moab’s land ! O dark Beth-peor’s hill ,
Speak to these curious hearts of ours, and teach them to
be still :
God hath his mysteries of Grace –ways that we cannot tell ;
He hides them deep like the secret sleep of him he loved so well .
Jan Bagwell
In a vale in the land of Moab , there lies a lonely grave ;
But no man dug that sepulcher ,and no man saw it e’er ,
For the angels of God upturned the sod , and laid the dead man there .
That was the grandest funeral that ever passed on earth ;
But no man heard the tramping , or saw the train go forth ;
Noiselessly as the daylight comes when the night is done ,
And the crimson streak on the ocean’s cheek grows into the great sun,-
Noiselessly as the spring-time her crown of verdure weaves ,
And all the trees on all the hills open their thousand leaves ,-
So ,without sound of music ,or voice of them that wept ,
Silently down the mountain’s crown the great procession
swept .
Lo! When the warrior dieth , his comrades of the war,
With arms reversed , and muffled drums, follow the funeral car
They show the banners taken , they tell his battles won ,
And after him lead his masterless steed , while peals the minute-gun .
Amid the noblest of the land men lay the sage to rest ,
And give the bard an honored place with costly marble
dressed ,
In the great minster transept ,where lights like glories fall ,
And the sweet choir sings ,and the organ rings ,along the emblazoned wall .
This was the bravest warrior that ever buckled sword ;
This the most gifted poet that ever breathed a word ;
And never earth’s philosopher traced , with his golden pen ,
On the deathless page , truths half so sage ,as he wrote down for men .
And had he not high honor , the hillside for a pall ;
To lie in state while angels wait with stars for tapers tall;
And the dark rock pines , like tossing plumes ,over his bier to wave ;
And God’s own hand , in that lonely land ,to lay him in the grave ?
O lonely tomb in Moab’s land ! O dark Beth-peor’s hill ,
Speak to these curious hearts of ours, and teach them to
be still :
God hath his mysteries of Grace –ways that we cannot tell ;
He hides them deep like the secret sleep of him he loved so well .
Jan Bagwell
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
What ever your cross
Whatever your cross,
whatever your pain,
there will always be sunshine, after the rain....
Perhaps you may stumble, perhaps even fall;
But God's always ready, to answer your call....
He knows every heartache, sees every tear,
a word from His lips, can calm every fear...
Your sorrows may linger, throughout the night,
But suddenly vanish, by dawn's early light...
The Savior is waiting, somewhere above,
to give you His grace, and send you His love.
May God fill your day with blessings!!
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Thank you , Dianne Wells , She sent this to me . {us ]
whatever your pain,
there will always be sunshine, after the rain....
Perhaps you may stumble, perhaps even fall;
But God's always ready, to answer your call....
He knows every heartache, sees every tear,
a word from His lips, can calm every fear...
Your sorrows may linger, throughout the night,
But suddenly vanish, by dawn's early light...
The Savior is waiting, somewhere above,
to give you His grace, and send you His love.
May God fill your day with blessings!!
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Thank you , Dianne Wells , She sent this to me . {us ]
Monday, July 6, 2009
The Poet
The Poet
A poet lived in Galilee,
Whose mother dearly knew him –
And his beauty like a cooling tree
Drew many people to him .
He loved the speech of simple men
And little children’s laughter ,
He came –they always came again ,
He went – they followed after .
He had sweet-hearted things to say ,
And he was solemn only
When people were unkind …that day
He would stand there straight and lonely
And tell them what they ought to do :
“Love other folk,”he pleaded ,
“As you love me and I love you!”
But almost no one heeded .
A poet died in Galilee,
They stared at him and slew him …
What would they do to you and me
If we could say we knew him ?
Jan Bagwell
Jan Bagwell
A poet lived in Galilee,
Whose mother dearly knew him –
And his beauty like a cooling tree
Drew many people to him .
He loved the speech of simple men
And little children’s laughter ,
He came –they always came again ,
He went – they followed after .
He had sweet-hearted things to say ,
And he was solemn only
When people were unkind …that day
He would stand there straight and lonely
And tell them what they ought to do :
“Love other folk,”he pleaded ,
“As you love me and I love you!”
But almost no one heeded .
A poet died in Galilee,
They stared at him and slew him …
What would they do to you and me
If we could say we knew him ?
Jan Bagwell
Jan Bagwell
Sunday, July 5, 2009
What the 4th of July is about
DavidBagwell.com
David is my son and the pastor Of a southern Baptist Church and his web site is DavidBagwell.com. Thank you son for reminding me of what the 4th is really about .
Posted: 04 Jul 2009 07:05 AM PDT
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of...
Church is about reaching the lost, discipling them, and sending them back out as missionaries into their community and the world. Leadership & Simplicity is what every church should strive for!
David is my son and the pastor Of a southern Baptist Church and his web site is DavidBagwell.com. Thank you son for reminding me of what the 4th is really about .
Posted: 04 Jul 2009 07:05 AM PDT
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of...
Church is about reaching the lost, discipling them, and sending them back out as missionaries into their community and the world. Leadership & Simplicity is what every church should strive for!
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