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

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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.......! ! !