The Road Of Life

The Road of Life
One day as I was climbing up
The road of life to home ,
I met a stranger coming down
With countenance sad and lone .

I had no time to help him then
I feared ‘twould mean delay ;
With guilty heart I turned aside –
I dared not look his way .

To still my heart I hurried on ,
And then I heard a sigh ,
I turned and looked , and then I saw
A teardrop in his eye .

Forgetting time I spoke to him ,
To share with him my cup ,
“Dear friend , I fear you’re going down
When you should be going up “

With piteous look he turned to me ,
“How I turn around ?
For with this load upon my back
I can hardly make it down .”

The joyful news I gladly told
Of Christ who died for him
To take away the load he had
If he would let Him in .

A gleam of hope came to face ,
The tears began to flow ,
The load of sin dropped from his back ,
His face began to glow ,

And now he travels the road of life –
Not down, but going up;
To see the glow upon his face
Has more than filled my cup

O Lord ,forgive the times I’ve passed
A stranger on life’s road ,
Not taking time to dry the tears ,
Nor helping lift the load .
And give me wisdom , Lord I pray ,
That comes down from Thy throne
That I might by Thy help and grace
Lead some poor wanderer Home
Jan Bagwell
God bless
Please be in Prayer for :
Debbie Spearman {for health problems]
Clinton Bryson {health problems ]
Judy Pangborn Howard { To make her phyically stronger ]
Rev. David and Hali Bagwell { For more wisdom }
Mary Carpenter { health problems ]
Scott and Elizabeth and Emily Bagwell { My son his wife and my granddaughter ]

Look beyond your sufferings

Look beyond your sufferings
Look beyond your fear
Look beyond your adversity
And find the Lord so near
Look beyond the problem
Look beyond the now
Look beyond the turmoil|
And before Him humbly bow
For, inlooking beyond and bowing,
You will find your normal sight...
Takes on spiritual vision
In God's sustaining light.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless

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
God Bless

The Silver Cord

The Silver Cord

Some day the silver cord will break
And I no more as now shall sing ;
But , O, the joy when I shall wake
Within the palace of the King

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 Heav’n for me .

Some day when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy-tinted west
My blessed Lord will say , Well done !”
And I shall enter into rest .

Some day till then I’ll watch and wait ,,
My lamp all trimmed and burning bright ,
That when my Savior opens the gate ,
My soul to Him may take its flight .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
May the Lord God ,Bless and keep you .

In The Valleys I Grow

In The Valleys I Grow

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe.
It's then I have to remember
That it's in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountaintop
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountaintops,
But it's in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day,
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know,
The mountaintops are glorious,
But it's in the valleys I grow!

Jan Bagwell
God Bless