In This Changing Word

In This Changing World

Lord, in this changing world,
where nothing stays the same
I found You to be faithful
when I call upon Your name.

Every day there’s so much,
that is being compromised
but, Your unfailing love
You have never modified.

No matter where I go,
I find things a bit strange
but, Your steadfast love
never seems to change.

The people who I know,
are making concessions
but, Your trustworthiness
I never have to question.

Lord, in this changing world,
of indulgences and greed
I find Your faithfulness . . .
is all my life ~ really needs! 

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

What To Count Count your blessings instead of your crosses; Count your gains instead of your losses. Count your joys instead of your woes; Count your friends instead of your foes. Count your smiles instead of your tears; Count your courage instead of your fears. Count your full years instead of your lean; Count your kind deeds instead of your mean. Count your health instead of your wealth; Count on God instead of yourself.

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

The Wise Still Seek Him

The wise still seek Him,
they look to the Morning Star
they follow where He leads
no matter how far.

They come to praise Him,
to worship and adore
the wise still seek Him
wherever they are.

The wise still offer Him,
gifts from their hearts
faith, trust and love
nothing keeps them apart.

They seek His love,
His mercy and grace
the wise still seek Him
His Word they embrace.

The wise still seek Him,
this Babe, the Child, their Christ
for they know His life . . .
came at a great price!

Another Year Is Dawning

Another Year Is Dawning

Another year is dawning,
Dear Master, let it be,
In working, or in waiting,
Another year with Thee.

Another year of mercies,
Of faithfulness and grace;
Another year of gladness
In the shining of Thy face.

Another year of progress,
Another year of praise,
Another year of proving
Thy presence all the days.

Another year of service,
Of witness of Thy love,
Another year of training
For holier work above.

Another year is dawning,
Dear Master, let it be
On earth, or else in heaven
Another year for Thee.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Happy New  Year 

The Wise Still Seek Him

The wise still seek Him,
they look to the Morning Star
they follow where He leads
no matter how far.

They come to praise Him,
to worship and adore
the wise still seek Him
wherever they are.

The wise still offer Him,
gifts from their hearts
faith, trust and love
nothing keeps them apart.

They seek His love,
His mercy and grace
the wise still seek Him
His Word they embrace.

The wise still seek Him,
this Babe, the Child, their Christ
for they know His life . . .
came at a great price! 

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !!