The Corner Stone { For Father Day ]

The Corner Stone (For Father's Day)

The father is the source of strength of his family.
He can weather storm in order to protect them.
He will endure rain or shine to provide his love ones.
He is always ready to give his support and guidance all the time.
The father is consistent for his duty and love for the family.
He can move mountains and shy away the temptation.
He gives himself fully to his family with love and devotion.
Children who have a father to guide them are blessed from heaven.
A husband is a gift for his wife and siblings.
The fathers may look tough in the outside yet so soft inside.
His happiness is to see his family well provided.
He sacrifices his own needs for the sake of his family.
Fathers may mean sometimes but his heart is bleeding for his child.
Fathers are the makers of what we become.
Fathers are always there to lend a helping hand.
Fathers sometimes misunderstood of his wisdom not knowing the meaning.
Fathers are gifted to be strong and stable, firm and durable as the homes foundation.
The father is the source of life itself as we become a family.
A home with out a father can not be a family at all. 
A child is lucky who have a father's love and care.
A mother is blessed to have her partner and companion in life.
A house is not a home with out the foundation.
A family is blissful when love abounds.
God bless the fathers that honor his love for his family.
And for whom who remain faithful in their vows of love and devotion. 

Jan Bagwell ,

God Bless !

        Sometime We’ll Understand

Not now , but in the coming years ,

   It may be in the Better Land ,

We’ll read the meaning of our tears ,

And there , sometime , we’ll understand.

We’ll catch the broken threads again ,

    And finish what we here began ;

Heav’n will the mysteries explain ,

    And then , ah then ,we’ll understand .

We’ll know why clouds instead of sun

    Were over many a  cherished plan

Why song has ceased , when scarce began ;

    Tis there , sometime , we’ll understand .

God knows the way , He holds the key ,

    He guides us with unerring hand ;

Sometimes with tearless eyes we’ll see

 Yes , there , up there ,we’ll understand .

Then trust in God through all thy days ;

   Fear not , for he doth hold thy hand ;

Through dark the way  ,still sing and praise ;

   Sometime  , sometime , we’ll understand .

Jan Bagwell ,

God Bless !

   The Breaking Heart

When your lonely heart is breaking

    ‘Neath a heavy load of care ,

And your tears have been exhausted

     But the pain still lingers there –

Then take it to the mender ,

     Commit it all to Him –

And let Him bind the broken chords,

     And give new joy within .

For underneath the burden sore ,

     Your spirit cries cloud ,

And Jesus’ ear is turned to hear

      Your cry above the crowed,

Why hold it then , within your heart ,

      To eat your soul away ,

When Jesus beckons  you to come

       And hide in Him today ?

He wants to heal your broken heart ,

      He died for one you know-

And in His dying , met your need , 

      And conquered every  foe.

Jan Bagwell ,

God Bless !

Prayer list :

Jan Bagwell [ knees and neck ]

Judy Howard [ Knees ]

Billy Phillips Mother

Hali Bagwell and David Bagwell

Scott and Elizabeth and Emily Bagwell

Hazel Bagwell

Nadine Stvan

Mike Wells and mother

My Own Song

Oh, glad am I that I was born !

For who is sad when flaming morn

Burst forth ,or when the mighty might

Carries the soul from height to height!

To me , as to the child that sings ,

The bird that claps his rain-washed wings ,

The breeze that curls the sun-tipped flower,

Comes some new joy with each new hour .

Joy in the beauty of the earth ,

Joy in the fire upon the hearth ,

Joy in that potency of  love

In  which I live and breathe and move !

Joy even in the shapeless thought

That ,some day ,when all tasks are wrought ,

I shall explore that vasty deep.

Beyond the frozen gates of sleep .

For joy attunes all beating things ,

With me each rhythmic atom sings ,

From glow till gloom ,from mirk till morn;

Oh , I am glad that I was born

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

  A Crushed Rose

O, beautiful rose , please tell me ,

For I would like 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 bless 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 the rose leaf

That a sweeter perfume may arise ,

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !!

I shall Go Alone

I shall go out alone

Tonight beneath the stars ,

I shall forget the world

With its wars and rumors of wars ;

I shall lift my face to the sky ,

To its friendly fires and feel

The night winds reaching its hands

Into my heart to heal .

The darkness will soothe my eyes

That have looked too long at the light ;

The clamor within my ears

Will cease in the soundless night ;

And perhaps I shall find again

A thing I have lost for long :

Laughter upon my lips ,

And a light-hearted song

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Prayer list :

Jan Bagwell [ knees and neck ]

Judy Howard [ Knees ]

Billy Phillips Mother

Hali Bagwell and David Bagwell

Scott and Elizabeth and Emily Bagwell

Hazel Bagwell

Nadine Stvan

Mike Wells and mother

O Night of Wonder

O night of wonder and delight !

O night of glory and surprise !

With one road stretching clear and bright

Before our eager ,dazzled eyes .

 Drawn by the magnet of a star ;

Drawn by an unseen power we take

A silver road that leads afar ,

And follow it for Christ’s dear sake .

O King of Kings ,and Lord of lords ,

We fall before thy starlit throne .

Humble we are –there are no words

With which we fitly can make known

Our heart’s elation and desire .

We search for words we cannot find –

The air is drenched with silver fire ,

Too bright for eyes that are struck blind .

Accept our silence as high praise ,

Our rapture ,as a thing of worth .

We are stricken with the old amaze :

The strange sweet wonder of thy birth .

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

I like to to thank Judy Howard for all her help .

Prayer list :

Jan Bagwell [ knees and neck ]

Judy Howard [ Knees ]

Billy Phillips Mother 

Hali Bagwell and David Bagwell 

Scott and Elizabeth and  Emily Bagwell

Hazel Bagwell

Nadine Stvan

Mike Wells and mother