Christ For All Seasons

Winter would be cold and drab

Without God’s love to know ,

He keeps a glow of sunshine

In your heart , where ever you go .

And spring is unpredictable ,

It may be cold or fair ,

But Jesus’ love is constant ,

You can find it everywhere .

In summer when it’s parched and hot ,

The sun can take its toll ,

Yet you can find a spring

Of living water for your soul .

In fall when leaves have fallen

Everything is stark and bare  ,

But the riches of God’s word

Is within reach for you to share .

Our Father never leaves us ,

We can always find Him near ,

With His presence there is comfort

Any season of the year . 

       A Crushed Rose

O, beautiful rose , please tell me ,

For I would like to know ,

Why I must crush your petals

That the sweet perfume may flow ,

O , life that  is clothed in beauty

Perhaps like that wonderful rose

You will need to be crushed by  suffering

If the radiance of  your life must glow

A life that is crushed by sorrow

Can feel for another’s grief ,

And send out that fragrance of love

That will bring some heart relief ,

O , do not repine at your testing

When called to pass under the rod ;

For your life the sweeter will be

If blessed by the hand of God

Then let us rejoice when He sendeth

Some sorrow or hardship that tries

And be glad to be crushed as a rose leaf

That a sweeter perfume may arise.

    I Meet God in the Morning

The earth is the Lord’s

    and the fullness thereof ,

It speaks of His greatness ,

    it sings of His love ,

And each day at dawning

    I lift my heart high

And raise up my eyes

    to the infinite sky …

I see the dew glisten

    in crystal-like splendor

While God ,with a touch

    that is gentle and tender ,

Wraps up the night

     and softly tucks it away

And hangs out the sun

     to herald a new day ,

A day yet unblemished

     by what’s gone before ,

A chance to begin

     and start over once more ,

And all I need do

     is to silently pray ,

God , help me and guide me

     and go with me today

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

God’s gifts put man’s dreams to shame .