Wildflowers

	Wildflowers
	Lord, help me to grow as the wildflowers grow be it a meadow or a crack in cement. Despite the terrain, be it good or bad, let me know I am there by intent. Instead of my sadly complaining within regarding life's rough terrain, May my face, too, look upward to you through seasons of drought and rain. Help me to bloom as the wildflowers bloom, regardless of where I am placed; wherever the spot You plant me, Lord, let the air there be sweet with Your grace. Someday a tired pilgrim may stop to rest from carrying his heavy load And thank my Creator for placing me there to brighten that spot in life's road. Jan Bagwell God Bless!

The Victor

The Victor

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don't. 
If you like to win but think you can't, 
It's almost a cinch you won't. 
If you think you'll lose, you're lost. 
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will. 
It's all in the state of mind. 
If you think you are out classed, you are. 
You've got to think high to rise. 
You've got to be sure of your-self before
You can ever win the prize. 
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man. 
But sooner or later, the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can Who can with God Grace.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !

The Most Beautiful Flower

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down And said with great excitement, “Look what I found!”

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, With its petals all worn – not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side And placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise, “It sure smells pretty and it’s beautiful, too. That’s why I picked it; here, it’s for you.”

The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, “Just what I need.”

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, He held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun As I thanked him for picking the very best one. “You’re welcome,” he smiled, and then ran off to play, Unaware of the impact he’d had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see A self-pitying old man beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he’d been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see The problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see beauty, and appreciate every second that’s mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose And smiled as that young boy, another weed in his hand About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless

The Heart Of It All

Flowers splash with color,
Perfect treasures of art.
More than a feast for the eyes,
Their beauty reaches the heart.

The sunset is a painting
Far beyond all works of men.
And it also speaks of hope
To all who will stop and listen.

All of nature is a gift
Waiting to be unraveled,
Filled with hidden roads for souls
That are ready to be traveled.

And behind this beauty there is
Someone at the heart of it all
Behold! There stands the Creator,
Waiting for us to hear His call!

Jan Bagwell 

God Bless !

THE TELESCOPE OF HEAVEN

THE TELESCOPE OF HEAVEN
The telescope of heaven
Looks down on earth each day
Seeking for a man who will
Turn to God and pray
Will you be that one
Who will turn his heart aright
Seek the Lord while He may be found
Leave darkness enter light

His way is the highest
His thoughts above our own
We shall leave this earth below
And enter heaven's throne
Upon our time while waiting
The lost world needs Him too
We are to be the fishers of men
It's what He's called us too

His cross has left its imprint
On hearts who know the Lord
Never are we the same again
Who've trusted in His Word
The dynamic now of living
For we've been born again
His love keeps on giving
Seeking still lost men

Time is still a marching
Then comes eternity
We can make the difference
To set a captive free
No longer do we live our lives
As they are but our own
We have come unto the cross
And knelt before His throne

He is still the King of Kings
In earth and heaven above
Our purchased, prized possesion
Who shed His precious blood
Cast thy burden on the Lord
For He can set you free
The telescope of heaven
Is waiting now for thee
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !

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