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