There Is a God

The fool hath said, "There is no God" But Wisdom, hour by hour, Proclaimeth over land and sea In sweet unbroken harmony His glory, love and power.   Who formed the earth, who built the sky, Who planned the circling year? Seed time and harvest roll around We listen--but no jarring sound In Time's great wheels we hear.   Day unto day, night unto night, For toil and rest designed; Surely some living mind hath thought Who spake a universe from naught Had more than mortal mind.   Some sculptor hath hand formed the earth, Some architect Hath reared the heavens to their height, Some artist with his colors bright All nature decked.   Who wrought the delicate design Of leaf and bud? Who is the bird his music taught, If as the blinded fool hath thought There is no God?   Who shall avenge the innocent Whose speaking blood Cries from the ground wronged Nature's curse If in the boundless universe There is no God?   And who fulfill those hopes that pant Through fire and flood? What solace can they give instead Who with the blinded fool have said: "There is no God?"   "There is no God," the fool hath said, On earth's green sod; But wisdom speaks from earth to sky And sings from world to world on high There is a God.  Jan Bagwell God Bless !

The Creation

The Creation 

And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'm lonely--
I'll make me a world.

And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.

Then God smiled,
And the light broke,
And the darkness rolled up on one side,
And the light stood shining on the other,
And God said: That's good!

Then God reached out and took the light in his hands,
And God rolled the light around in his hands
Until he made the sun;
And he set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
And the light that was left from making the sun
God gathered it up in a shining ball
And flung it against the darkness,
Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
Then down between
The darkness and the light
He hurled the world;
And God said: That's good!

Then God himself stepped down--
And the sun was on his right hand,
And the moon was on his left;
The stars were clustered about his head,
And the earth was under his feet.
And God walked, and where he trod
His footsteps hollowed the valleys out
And bulged the mountains up.

Then he stopped and looked and saw
That the earth was hot and barren.
So God stepped over to the edge of the world
And he spat out the seven seas--
He batted his eyes, and the lightnings flashed--
He clapped his hands, and the thunders rolled--
And the waters above the earth came down,
The cooling waters came down.

Then the green grass sprouted,
And the little red flowers blossomed,
The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky,
And the oak spread out his arms,
The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground,
And the rivers ran down to the sea;
And God smiled again,
And the rainbow appeared,
And curled itself around his shoulder.

Then God raised his arm and he waved his hand
Over the sea and over the land,
And he said: Bring forth! Bring forth!
And quicker than God could drop his hand,
Fishes and fowls
And beasts and birds
Swam the rivers and the seas,
Roamed the forests and the woods,
And split the air with their wings.
And God said: That's good!

Then God walked around,
And God looked around
On all that he had made.
He looked at his sun,
And he looked at his moon,
And he looked at his little stars;
He looked on his world
With all its living things,
And God said: I'm lonely still.

Then God sat down--
On the side of a hill where he could think;
By a deep, wide river he sat down;
With his head in his hands,
God thought and thought,
Till he thought: I'll make me a man!

Up from the bed of the river
God scooped the clay;
And by the bank of the river
He kneeled him down;
And there the great God Almighty
Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,
Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night,
Who rounded the earth in the middle of his hand;
This great God,
Like a mother bending over her baby,
Kneeled down in the dust
Toiling over a lump of clay
Till he shaped it in is his own image;

Then into it he blew the breath of life,
And man became a living soul.
Amen.Amen. 

Jan Bagwell

God Bless

Look beyond yourself and at the suffering people of the world.

Ye Did It Unto The Least Of These

We’re in a world so busy
People running everywhere.
Forever looking at our watches
Our minds racing with cares.

We never see that lonely man
Sitting on the street.
We don’t even notice that hungry lady
Struggling in the heat.

Children so needy
Filled with despair.
An old grandma rocking sadly
And no one cares.

We must remember
Jesus left us with a plea…
“Ye did unto the least of these
my brethren, ye did it unto me.”

So what about you?
What about me?
What about the lonely man
Sitting on the street?

Will you reach out
Without a shadow of doubt?
Will you love the least of these
And fulfill Jesus’ plea?

A smile for the lonely man sitting on the street.
A bit of food for the hungry lady struggling in the heat.
A hug for the children so full of despair.
A cheery voice for the old Grandma in the rocking chair.

This seems so simple
Such an easy thing to do.
Let’s reach out for the least of these
And for Jesus too.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Man by wisdom cannot find God

Man By Wisdom Cannot Find Out God

You who ascend to the celestial heavens To study planets, stars and asteroids And view the wonders of the stellar worlds, Countless in number, hurrying through space, Planned in such perfect mechanism, that not one Swerves from the course, in which some all-wise power Has destined it to move, setting a bound Over which all the powers and arguments of man Cannot compel it to revolve.  And you who delve after the hidden treasures of the earth To resurrect from stores of ages dead And bring to light the history of the past, The strange formation of the solid rock, Vegetation submerged long centuries ago, Metals and gems, sands and the compact clay, All furnishing new scope for thought, New truths for science to delineate And new surmises, questionings and doubts; Astronomers, geologists and all who explore The vast cathedral of the universe, Whose vaulted roof, far as the eye can reach, Clear azure, spangled o'er with gold by night And often diversified with clouds by day, Spreads out a beauteous covering for earth Whose corridors and galleries and aisles With emerald carpetings, broidered with flowers And leafy draperies with silvery ribbons Winding in and out;   And the great basins, Fountains, cisterns and vast reservoirs Supplying man with bounteous blessings And delights;   The wind and waves Sweet instruments of  music With all their delicate, vibrating chords Sounding from shore to shore, accompanied by Thousands of voices from the sea and land, And all in matchless harmony composing The choir of Nature's temple and  God.   You who can analyze the various parts Of this great structure, with its countless domes Towering beyond where human thought has reached, May boast to comprehend the wondrous wisdom The great Architect displays in this, His handiwork.   To me The smallest seed contains enough To make man's great devices seem but small, Though to the casual observer it might seem Of small importance, a mere lifeless thing, Possessing neither beauty, grace or worth; But place it where it can draw sustenance From the rich soil, the dews, refreshing showers And the warm sunbeams;   All is still; No faint suggestion of a change disturbs the spot-- But go thy way; when a few days or weeks have passed--behold, From that same spot, two tiny leaflets peep and seem to say, "Have we not earned a place in which to grow?"   Weeks pass away, the tiny embryo Little by little increases and expands To a symmetrical and beauteous plant, Budding and blossoming and throwing out Such perfume as no chemist could compound; A marvelous work and silently performed, Thus teaching us that oft most grand results May be obtained by quiet action, Silent and sublime.   Who can form such a gem? Can mortal hands? Let science delve and analyze, create and shape The exact image of the little seed; Plant it and wait and wait 'till centuries have passed-- She waits in vain, sunbeams and showers combined Can never coax to life a lifeless thing; And thus we learn that some creating power Not in the reach of man, has touched to life and action What without, were dead.   Man cannot comprehend this wondrous power, He can but catch a faint idea of its magnitude Beyond the reach of science and of thought, Beyond the limit of the mortal mind God reaches out, omnipotent, eternal and all-wise Search for that power, whose stamp is on the earth Setting in motion every living thing; Waking to life the flowers, the birds, the trees, And giving being unto man and beast; Then you may realize the awful truth, That man by wisdom cannot find out God. Jan Bagwell God Bless

My Time

Today will be a new day
In the name of God, that's what I say
I will not let people bring me down
I have to keep trying.

Never give up,
I will prevail,
God will protect me from all my fears, all my problems,
I decide what makes me happy.

Joy is my key,
Love is unleashed from within me,
Tears of pain and hurt are no more,
My life, my worries, I give to God,
He is the only one,
Who can give me absolute comfort and peace.

I have great friends and family
Positive, optimistic is my middle name,
Taking risks is my game,
Confusion and loss will be wiped away.

This is my year to rejuvenate myself,
To form and mold myself into someone I thought
I'd never be,
Brave, risky, care free, stress less, loving, and sociable.

People will like and accept me for the person I'm truly meant to be,
God will make a way for me,
I will excel in all my life,
I will learn to love more, laugh more, live more,
This is my day to shine, and I will not waste it.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless!
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