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