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