A Newborn's Conversation With God...

A Newborn's Conversation With God...
A baby asked God, 'They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?' God said, 'Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.'

The child further inquired, 'But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.' God said, 'Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy.'

Again the child asked, 'And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?' God said, 'Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.'

'And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?' God said, 'Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.'

'Who will protect me?' God said, 'Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.'

'But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.' God said, 'Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.' At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, 'God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.'

God said, 'You will simply call her, 'Mom.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Father God thank you for my Grand Daughters ,  Emily and Halia

Happy Easter , Thank God , Jesus  has risen !

Hallelujah! Behold The Empty Tomb!

Jesus came to the earth to die.
On a cross, He was crucified.
He shed His precious blood for us.
For our sins, He bled and died.

They placed Him in a sepulcher.
They sealed it with a stone that day.
When Mary Magdalene came to the tomb,
The huge stone had been rolled away.

Off she ran to get Peter and John.
They all ran faster and faster.
In the tomb was Jesus' grave clothes,
But they could not find their Master.

Hallelujah! Behold the empty tomb!
Praise God! He arose from the dead!
John said he saw, and he believed.
Yes, Christ arose just like he said!

Angels in white apparel announced,
"He is risen! He is not here!"
What glorious and wonderful words
About our risen Savior so dear!

The us that Jesus arose.
By faith, we believe that it's true.
All who accept Jesus as Savior
Will surely one day arise again too.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

John 20 : 8

 Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre, and he saw, and believed.

Garnet Colored Ribbons

Our royal inheritance
Tied with bow
When from His wounds
The blood did flow

Each drop ran beneath
The thorny crown
Garnet colored ribbons
Came cascading down

Arms open wide
He understood
Nails driven through flesh
Deep into wood

When they lifted His cross
Put it into place
He looked over the crowd
And saw my face

He willingly died
I was filled with shame
He saved me from all
He took the blame

When He took
His last breath
Salvation came
Through His death

I accepted His gift
No man could tear apart
Garnet colored ribbons
Now cascade, through my heart

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

He's Been There

As you travel down life's pathway,
Does your load feel heavier each day?
Does the path ahead grow faint and dim,
Till you almost lose your way?

Do your feet grow tired and weary,
Till you feel you can walk no more?
The shoes you wear are old and worn,
And your feet are bleeding and sore.

Do you trip over unseen objects?
Are there times you even fall,
And no one's near to lend a hand,
Or hear you when you call?

Oh, friend, I know of someone,
Who sees your every move.
He cares so very much for you,
His heart is filled with love.

This man I know is Jesus.
Here's how I know He cares,
You see, the very road you're on,
He's already traveled there.

For He walked down a pathway,
So many years ago.
The cross they made Him carry,
Became a heavy load.

I'm sure that He grew weary,
As He bled from many a sore.
And the blood, it trickled down His face,
Till He could see no more.

Perhaps He even stumbled,
And fell beneath the load.
There were even those who mocked and scorned,
As He traveled down that road.

So when the days grow dreary,
And everything goes wrong,
When it seems all hope has faded,
And the way gets rough and long;

Remember that He's been there.
He cares and understands.
Because He cares, He suffered,
With nails in His feet and hands.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

In His Sandals

I cannot serve two masters. I serve, but only one,
for if I love some sinfulness, I hate God's only Son.
Could I walk in His sandals? Do I really understand?
Of what would it encompass? Of what would it demand?

Could I put up with some abuse, and could I humbly be,
a whipping board of insults, for all to scoff at me?
Could I withstand a whipping? Tell me, would I know,
the pain down in my open wounds, torn flesh from every blow?

Could I, but bear the privilege - to be a king renowned,
my face stained in bloody streaks from such a thorny crown?
Would I know the cost of love, and God's most precious grace,
or would I simply think of me, and hate the human race?

Could I endure the anguish, as ropes bind hands and feet,
knotted up so tightly that - I'd give in to defeat?
There on my back, could I stare at - a spike set on my skin,
then watch them take a heavy stone, and slam it deep within?

Oh, I'd know what's coming next - I'd clench my other fist.
Could I endure another nail - or would I just resist?
When tortured even further, could pain be so complete,
when to the cross I'm nailed with - another through my feet?

Slowly ropes raise cross and I. The base slides in the hole.
Then in ghastly, horrid pain, would that jerk shake my soul?
And there I'd hang, alone up high - for all to mock and hate.
Could I endure the anguish then? Can I, to that relate?

Could I survive for hours, in pain and endless shame?
Would I ask Gods forgiveness - for those that I could blame?
Could I die for ALL the world - their sinful sacrifice -
and know that few would love me? Would that, for me, suffice?

Would my final miracle call for a heavenly host?
Or would I yield to Father's will and then give up the ghost?
Hate and anger would not end - the sword would pierce my side....
Oh, would I slip away and hide? Which way would I decide?

His sandals are too large to fill. His time, so long ago,
and Heaven - much too far away, while I'm down here below.
But could I wear His sandals - if I was called upon,
and are my trials greater that - I'd gladly put His on?

He demands my little faith. He holds no speck of wrath,
when He's a lamp unto my feet - a light unto my path.
Yes, I wear His sandals - for I've been called upon,
and faithful every morning I � slip them boldly on.

This poem may explain it - but who truly understands?
For every sin that we commit puts nails through Jesus' hands....
We cannot serve two masters. We serve, but only one.
We have to hate all sinfulness, to love God's only Son.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Luke 16 :10

KJV

10 He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much: and he that is unjust in the least is unjust also in much.