THE SEEKERS One asked a sign from God ;and day by day The sun arose in pearl ,in scarlet set , Each night the stars appeared in bright array , Each morn the thirsting grass with dew was wet . The corn failed not its harvest ,nor the vine . And yet he saw no sign . One longed to hear a prophet ;and he strayed Through crowded streets ,and by the open sea . He saw men send their ships for distant trade , And build for generations yet to be . He saw the farmer sow his acres wide , But went unsatisfied . One prayed a sight of heaven ;for a while He saw a workman at his noontime rest . He saw one dare for honor ,and the smile Of one who held a babe upon her breast; At dusk two lovers walking hand in hand ; But did not understand . Jan Bagwell God Bless! The Neighborhood Church , Wining Easley to win the World , Not just a Church , It a experience !!

Good Morning , God!

Good Morning , God ! You are ushering in another day Untouched and freshly new So here I come to ask You ,God , If you’ll renew me ,too . Forgive the many errors That I made yesterday And let me try again ,dear God , To walk closer in Thy way . But , Father ,I am well aware I can’t make it on my own , So take my hand and hold it tight For I can’t walk alone ! Jan Bagwell God Bless ! We may imitate the Deity in all His attributes ; but mercy is the only one in which we can pretend to equal Him . We cannot , indeed , give like God ; but surely we may forgive like Him. The Neighborhood Church , Wining Easley to win the World , Not just a Church , It a experience !!.

The 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 God Bless !!

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 few blocks away.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 to 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 by 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 not 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! To all of you who mean something to me, I wish you happiness. The Candle Of Love, Hope & Friendship This candle is being lit on the 15th of May 2012 Don't let The Candle of Love, Hope and Friendship die! Pass It On To All Of Your Friends and everyone you Love! May God richly bless you as this candle lights your path. Keep hope alive. Jan Bagwell God Bless !!

Saved 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 God Bless !! Praise God !!