The Master

THE MASTER


A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was leaving the room
after paying a visit, and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die.
Tell me what lies on the other side."

Very quietly the doctor said, "I don't know."

"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on
the other side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side
of which came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he
opened the door a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him
with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog?
He's never been in this room before.
He didn't know what was inside.
He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the
door opened he sprang in without fear.

I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do
know one thing: I know my Master is there, and that is enough.

And when the door opens, I shall pass through with no fear,
but with gladness
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Pray list
Brad Rogers {cancer and heart problems ]
Betty Holcombe [ Cancer ]
Rev. David and Hali Bagwell
Scott and Eliz and Emily Bagwell
Jan Bagwell
Hazel Bagwell
Tony Greene
Tom Callahan
Jonathan Cox
Judy Howard
Mary Carpenter
Betty Hill

Til The Storm Passes By

TILL THE STORM PASSES BY
By (Mosie Lister)

In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face,
While the storm howls above me, and there's no hiding place.
'Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

Chorus
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

Many times Satan whispered, "There is no need to try,
For there's no end of sorrow, there's no hope by and by"
But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I'll rise
Where the storms never darken the skies.

Chorus
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

When the long night has ended and the storms come no more,
Let me stand in Thy presence on the bright peaceful shore;
In that land where the tempest, never comes, Lord, may I
Dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.

Chorus
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
I thought this song , seen like a prayer for alot of us right now . Pray for our government , that they will straight out , and work for we the people .
Prayer List
Betty Hawkins { Mary Carpenter sister ]Blood in lungs
Mary Carpenter { That things will settle down in her life and her health will get better
Rev David Bagwell and Hali
Scott and Eliz and Emily Bagwell
Tony Terrell Greene
Judy Thomas
Alica Marie Alberta
Judy Lynn Pangborn
Gail Grumsey
Jan Bagwell { Me , I alway need more of God }

Tell Them Now

Tell Them Now

If with pleasure you are viewing
Any work a man is doing,

If you like him or you love him tell him now.
Don't withhold your approbation
Till the parson makes oration
And he lies with snowy lilies on his brow,

For no matter how you shout it
He won't really care about it

He won't know how many teardrops you have shed
So if some praise is due him
Now's the time to slip it to him
For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead.

More than fame and more than money
Is the comment kind and sunny

And the hearty warm approval of a friend,
For it gives to life a savor
And it makes you stronger, braver,
And it gives you heart and courage to the end.

If he earns your praise, bestow it
If you like him, let him know it

Let the words of true encouragement be said.
Do not wait till life is over
And he's underneath the clover,
For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead.
JAN Bagwell
God Bless

The Road Of Life

The Road of Life
One day as I was climbing up
The road of life to home ,
I met a stranger coming down
With countenance sad and lone .

I had no time to help him then
I feared ‘twould mean delay ;
With guilty heart I turned aside –
I dared not look his way .

To still my heart I hurried on ,
And then I heard a sigh ,
I turned and looked , and then I saw
A teardrop in his eye .

Forgetting time I spoke to him ,
To share with him my cup ,
“Dear friend , I fear you’re going down
When you should be going up “

With piteous look he turned to me ,
“How I turn around ?
For with this load upon my back
I can hardly make it down .”

The joyful news I gladly told
Of Christ who died for him
To take away the load he had
If he would let Him in .

A gleam of hope came to face ,
The tears began to flow ,
The load of sin dropped from his back ,
His face began to glow ,

And now he travels the road of life –
Not down, but going up;
To see the glow upon his face
Has more than filled my cup

O Lord ,forgive the times I’ve passed
A stranger on life’s road ,
Not taking time to dry the tears ,
Nor helping lift the load .
And give me wisdom , Lord I pray ,
That comes down from Thy throne
That I might by Thy help and grace
Lead some poor wanderer Home
Jan Bagwell
God bless
Please be in Prayer for :
Debbie Spearman {for health problems]
Clinton Bryson {health problems ]
Judy Pangborn Howard { To make her phyically stronger ]
Rev. David and Hali Bagwell { For more wisdom }
Mary Carpenter { health problems ]
Scott and Elizabeth and Emily Bagwell { My son his wife and my granddaughter ]

Look beyond your sufferings

Look beyond your sufferings
Look beyond your fear
Look beyond your adversity
And find the Lord so near
Look beyond the problem
Look beyond the now
Look beyond the turmoil|
And before Him humbly bow
For, inlooking beyond and bowing,
You will find your normal sight...
Takes on spiritual vision
In God's sustaining light.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless

God's Wings

God's Wings


An article in National Geographic several years ago provided an
interesting picture of God's wings.

After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers
began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage.

One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched
statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat
sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a
stick.

When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under
their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of
impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the
tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively
knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown
to safety but had refused to abandon her babies.

When the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small
body, the mother had remained steadfast.

Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of
her wings would live.

Being loved this much should make a difference in your life.

Remember the One who loves you,

...and then be different because of it.

"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you
will find refuge." (Psalm 91:4)
Jan Bagwell
God Bless

The Silver Cord

The Silver Cord

Some day the silver cord will break
And I no more as now shall sing ;
But , O, the joy when I shall wake
Within the palace of the King

Some day my earthly house will fall ,
I cannot tell how soon ‘twill be ,
But this I know ,my all in all
Has now a place in Heav’n for me .

Some day when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy-tinted west
My blessed Lord will say , Well done !”
And I shall enter into rest .

Some day till then I’ll watch and wait ,,
My lamp all trimmed and burning bright ,
That when my Savior opens the gate ,
My soul to Him may take its flight .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
May the Lord God ,Bless and keep you .