Friday, February 5, 2016

Courage To Live :


Courage To Live :

To those who have tried and seemingly have failed ,
Reach out ,dear Lord , and comfort them today ;
For those whose hope has dimmed ,whose faith has paled,
Lift up some lighted heavenly torch , I pray .
They are so frightened ,Lord ;reach out a hand .
They are so hurt and helpless ; be their friend .
Baffled and blind ,they do not understand –
They think this dark and tangled road the end .

Oh ,touch to flame their hope that has burned low ,
And strike with fire faith,s ashes that are dead .
Let them walk proudly once again ,and go
Seeking the sure and steadfast light ahead .
Help them to move among their fellow men
With courage to live ,courage to try again .
Jan Bagwell
 God  Bless

Thursday, February 4, 2016

This Tiny Cross of Pain


This Tiny Cross of Pain


Though prayers for healing
 seemed in vain ,
God helped me learn
 to live with pain ;
To use the very
 thing I dread
For closer walk
 with Him  instead ;

And how to lend
 a listening ear

To those who hurt\

 and shed a tear

of symapathy,

or press their hand –

worth more because

I understand .

 

Dear God ,if that’s

the only way

You’d have me serve

from day to day ,

please use this

tiny cross of pain

 for others

 and for Heavens’s gain !

Jan Bagwell

God  Bless


Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Penned With Love


Penned With Love

Back in a corner, where she hid,
I met a little child, I did.

She was a quiet, fragile child
who never laughed and seldom smiled.

Her eyes were blue, her hair light brown,
but she was hurt and feeling down.

Her clothes were tattered, filled with holes.
like many people and their souls.

I spied her tears when she had cried.
I had not known her mother died.

Her age was eight, or maybe nine.
Her troubles were much more than mine.

I knelt down close to her and said,
"Have you a home? Have you been fed?"

Despite the crowd that gathered 'round,
our space was quiet - without sound.

I reached deep down in pocket and
I held your poem in my hand.

I opened scrap of paper proud,
then read your poem right out loud.

My eyes became a fuzzy blur.
I know you wrote it just for her.

She reached for me with all her hurt.
I hugged her back, ignoring dirt.

Words can't replace a bed and food
but fills with joy, the attitude.

I haven't seen her for awhile,
but know your poem made her smile.

Though some write many, some write few.
We've penned with love our words to view.
So write your rhymes unselfishly
with kindness, care and empathy.
And don't be hurt when I'm away
out sharing poems day to day.
Much better than some silly toy,
your words, for some, give real joy.

Back in a corner, where she hid,
I met a little child, I did...
Thank you  very much Sandra , as you wish I will not use your last name .
God Bless
Jan Bagwell

Monday, February 1, 2016

Quiet Heart


 Quiet Heart

A quiet heart is one,
soaked in confidence
for God’s mighty power
has in it, dominance.

A quiet heart is one,
having nothing to fear
for it knows God’s promise
is to always be near.

A quiet heart is one,
steeped in eternal peace
for the faith that it holds
brings it constant release.

A quiet heart is one,
standing calmly still
for it knows to seek daily
God’s most perfect will.

A quiet heart is one,
immersed in assurance
for it knows the race . . .
is won on endurance.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Isaiah 30:15

“For thus saith the Lord God,
the Holy One of Israel;
In returning and rest shall
ye be saved; in quietness and
in confidence shall be your
strength: and ye would not.”

Holy Spirit"s Power


Holy Spirit's Power

This year I want to be,
filled with the Holy Spirit
to His mighty boldness . . .
I want daily to commit.

I want to be enlightened,
when I read the Good News
I want to help show others
the path they need to choose.

I want to be encouraged,
as I advance in the fight
I want to inspire others . . .
to come to the Saving Light.

I want to help set free,
the captives of the dark
I want to ignite in them
the Holy Spirit’s spark.

I want to exchange my pain,
for praise and joyfulness
I want to be a testimony
to God’s peacefulness.

This year I want to help,
others to learn to cope
I want them to see in me
the reason for my hope!
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Acts 4:31

“And when they had prayed,
the place was shaken where
they were assembled together;
and they were all filled
with the Holy Ghost, and
they spake the word of
God with boldness.”