The Malefic Puppet Show

Come in - sit down in the front row
And welcome to my puppet show!
I'll dim the lights so you won't see
That I'm not who I seem to be -
That it's all a grand illusion
To create a mass delusion.

Oh, isn't it delectable
That they find me acceptable?
They think me and my fellow fiends
Are mankind's best and coolest friends,
But we're not what we seem to be:
Au contraire - believe you me!

'The Puppet Master' is my name,
World domination is my aim.
Through control; manipulation
Of every tongue and nation -
Pulling their strings to do my will
So I can move in for the kill.

Placing puppets in high places
(You know them: you've seen their faces)
To do as I command them to
To get to you, and you, and you.
I guide them and I edge them on
Setting them up against God's Son.

Words whispered in a leader's ear
Fill him with an unholy fear,
So off he sends his troops to war
(This is becoming such a bore!),
But war sure serves our purpose well
For it fills up the halls of hell.

Delicious anticipation -
Guiding men to their damnation:
I pull a string and voila! Look,
They've just published another book
To lead mankind further astray
From the only Truth and Way.

I pull one string; a mother sighs -
I pull another; baby dies.
The show goes on, and on and on
For those who do not know the Son.
Oh my! The things that I will do
Before I am forever through.
Jan Bagwell
God  Bless

Wait + Trust = Calm

Waiting . . .
waiting on my Lord,
praying for His will
praying even harder
to learn to be still.

Trusting . . .
trusting in my Lord,
praying for an answer
praying even harder
tranquility I will conquer.

Believing . . .
believing in my Lord
praying for His peace
praying even harder
this calm will never cease.

Waiting . . .
waiting on my Lord
I think I finally got it
praying not to loose it
praying even harder
never to forget it!
Jan  Bagwell
God  Bless
Psalm 27:14
King James Version

"Wait on the Lord be of good courage,
and he shall strengthen thine heart:
wait, I say, on the Lord."

Black Holes

Some Christians are like "Black Holes',
they only draw in the light
they can't see their own darkness
for they always think they are right.

They say they read and study,
their Bibles most every day
but when no one is looking
their hearts from God are far away.

They look as if they're glowing,
from the wisdom they've acquired
and think everyone around them
should be . . . oh, so inspired.

They believe they are righteous,
there isn't anything they can't do
and these "Black Holes" suck the light
out of people like me and you.

Jesus called everyone to shed His light,
the best that we know how
but these "Black Holes" in our lives
think their holier than thou.

If you're one of these Christians,
I pray you'll let other's light so shine
then the darkness that is in the world
together we could ~ redefine.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Ephesians 5:8
King James Version

"For ye were sometimes darkness, but now
are ye light in the Lord: walk as
children of light:"

Because I'm Human

Because  I'm  Human 

Because I am am not  perfect

My best intentions seen                                              

                                                                                                   

To sometimes miss  fillment ,                                                                                              

Like  the texture of a dream ,                                                                                                                                  

And I wage a daily battle ,

That I very often lose ,

Between the things that  matter,

And the ones I seen to choose .

Because I am no angel ,

I am easy to mislead ,

In spite of what I know is right ,

I’m  swayed by pride and greed .

Sometimes  I think I love the world

Too much to want to leave ,

Though Eternity awaits me ,

And all that I believe ,

My free will is a problem ,

How easy it  would be ,

If God made the decisions ,

And took the job from me

But in this there is no merit ,

I am very well aware ,

So I  have to work for  Heaven ,

Every moment I am here.

And just because I’m human ,

It might take a little long ,

To be come   what I was meant to be ,

Since I’m really not that strong .

So I’ll just keep on a trying ,

and I’ll live from day to day ,

For my spirit is immortal ,

…Though my body’s made of  clay ,

Jan Bagwell

Jan Bagwell

God   Bless 

Without A Single Fear

While resting in a field of grass,
I pray, "Almighty God,
The breezes blow in constant waves.
I find it somewhat odd;
I find it odd that grasses bend
and give in to the breeze.
I find it odd that they don't fight,
Are they the least of these?"

God's answer was immediate
as I searched deep inside.
Did I move with the breezes too?
Did I have faults to hide?
Did breezes blow me to and fro?
Did I bend as the field?
Do sins of old and sins anew
keep me from being healed?

Determined then to live correct
in world that isn't 'just' -
I must live life as Jesus did.
Forgiveness is a must.
Oh, there's no doubt that I was wronged
and plagues will follow me,
but faithfully I'll follow Him
and live life reverently.

With elbow on soft, velvet grass
and hand against my ear,
while resting on the greenest slope,
my wishes disappear.
Earth passes now, or so it seems,
as I am resting here,
without concern or troubled angst,
without a single fear.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless