Coming Soon

In the glow of early morning ,

In the solemn hush of night ;

Down from heaven’s open portals

   Steal a messenger of light ;

Whispering sweetly to my spirit ,

While the hosts of heaven sing !

This the wondrous thrilling story ,

   Christ is coming, Christ my King .

Oft me thinks I hear His footsteps ,

Stealing down the paths of time ;

And the future dark with shadows ,

   Brightens with the hope sublime .

Sound the soul-inspiring anthem

Angel hosts , your harps attune ;

Earth’s long night is almost over,

   Christ is coming – coming soon

Long we’ve waited blest Redeemer ,

Waited for the first bright ray

Of the morn when sin and sorrow

   At thy Presence flee away;

But our vigil’s nearly over ;

Hope of heaven , oh priceless boon !

In the east the glow appearing .

   Christ is coming – coming soon .

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Aunt Sarah Luckey's Quilt

Aunt Sarah Luckey’s  Quilt

I have a dear possession ,

A quilt of many years ,

T’was made with loving fingers

By a maiden long since dead .

I wonder of the dreams she had

As she sewed the lovely color ,

Of  the  prince who’d someday come

And love her as no other .

I know she must have though a lot

Of how she’d have a home ,

And fill it full of  lovely things

From which she ever roam .

Perhaps she dreamed of baby shoes,

Of tired little feet ,

And all the other things that go

To make a life complete .

But ah , her dreams they ne’er came true

For soon she was to rest

I n that  fair land beyond the blue ,

Where souls are ever blessed ..

Now I , the namesake of this aunt

In the  second  generation ,

Gaze on her lovely  work of art

With praise and adoration ,

My life like hers is incomplete ,

I, too, dream of tomorrow

When all the  worldly things have  passed

Like love , and hate and sorrow .

Mabe we’ll meet on that fair shore

Along with many others

  Jan  Bagwell  ,

God Bless !

Lives Distressed Cannot Be Blessed

Lives Distressed Cannot Be Blessed

Refuse to be discouraged ,

Refuse to be distressed ,

For when we are  despondent

Our lives cannot be blessed ,

For doubt and fear and worry

Close the door to faith and prayer ,

And there’s no room for blessings

When we’re lost in deep despair ,

So remember when we’re troubled

With uncertainty and doubt

It is best to tell our Father

What our fear is all about .

For unless we seek His guidance

When  troubled times arise ,

We are bound  to make decisions

That are twisted and  unwise ,

But when we view our problems

Through the eyes of God above ,

Misfortunes turn to blessings

And hatred turn to love .

Jan bagwell    

God Bless !

Please pray for Brother Mike wells , Mother ,family