Frist Christmas in heaven
I’ve had my first Christmas in heaven ,
A glorious, wonderful day !
I stood with saints of the ages
Who found Christ , the Truth , and the Way.
I sang with the heavenly choir ;
Just think ! I , who so long to sing !
And oh ! what celestial music
We brought to our Saviour and King !
We sang the glad songs of redemption ,
How Jesus to Bethlehem came ,
And how they had called His name .
We sang once again with the angels ,
The song that they sang that blest morn ,
When shepherds first heard the glad story
That Jesus ,the Saviour , was born .
O , dear one , I wish you had been here :
No Christmas on earth could compare
With all the rapture and glory
We witnessed in Heaven so fair .
You know how I always loved Christmas ;
It seemed such a wonderful day ,
With all of my loved ones around me ,
The children so happy and gay .
Yes, now I can see why I loved it ,
And , Oh ,what a joy it will be ,
When all of my loved ones are with me ,
To share in the glories I see .
So dear ones on earth , here’s my greeting :
Look up till the day dawn appears ,
And Oh ,what a Christmas awaits us ,
Beyond all our partings and tears .
Jan Bagwell
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The Poem
THE POEM
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.....
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God! held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"
God Bless
Jan Bagwell
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.....
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God! held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"
God Bless
Jan Bagwell
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The Marine's Father
The Marine's Father
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A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat
the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he
dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen
tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his
toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a
message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside
the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in
the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering
him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse
suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine
was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital -
the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff
members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other
patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying
man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the
night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the
now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the
nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy,
but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied.
"I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he
needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized
that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son,
knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
The next time someone needs you just be there. Stay.
We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual
experience.
We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human
experience.
God Bless
Jan Bagwell
====================
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat
the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he
dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen
tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his
toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a
message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside
the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in
the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering
him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse
suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine
was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital -
the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff
members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other
patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying
man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the
night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the
now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the
nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy,
but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied.
"I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he
needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized
that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son,
knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
The next time someone needs you just be there. Stay.
We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual
experience.
We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human
experience.
God Bless
Jan Bagwell
Monday, November 30, 2009
The Most Powerful Book in America
The Most Powerful Book in America
=================================
They lie on the table side by side
The Holy Bible and the TV guide.
One is well worn and cherished with pride.
Not the Bible, but the TV guide.
One is used daily to help folks decide.
No, not the Bible, but the TV guide.
As the pages are turned, what shall they see.
Oh, what does it matter, turn on the TV.
Then confusion reigns, they can't all agree
On what they should watch on the old TV.
So they open the book in which they confide,
No, not the Bible, but the TV guide.
The Word of God is seldom read,
Maybe a verse as they fall into bed.
Exhausted and sleepy and tired as can be;
Not from reading the Bible, from watching TV.
So then back to the table side by side,
Lie the Holy Bible and the TV guide.
No time for prayer, no time for the Word,
The plan of Salvation is seldom heard.
But forgiveness of sin, so full and free,
Is found in the Bible, not on TV.
Choose which book will rule your family.
Jan Bagwell
=================================
They lie on the table side by side
The Holy Bible and the TV guide.
One is well worn and cherished with pride.
Not the Bible, but the TV guide.
One is used daily to help folks decide.
No, not the Bible, but the TV guide.
As the pages are turned, what shall they see.
Oh, what does it matter, turn on the TV.
Then confusion reigns, they can't all agree
On what they should watch on the old TV.
So they open the book in which they confide,
No, not the Bible, but the TV guide.
The Word of God is seldom read,
Maybe a verse as they fall into bed.
Exhausted and sleepy and tired as can be;
Not from reading the Bible, from watching TV.
So then back to the table side by side,
Lie the Holy Bible and the TV guide.
No time for prayer, no time for the Word,
The plan of Salvation is seldom heard.
But forgiveness of sin, so full and free,
Is found in the Bible, not on TV.
Choose which book will rule your family.
Jan Bagwell
Sunday, November 29, 2009
O Night of Wonder
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
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
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
There are Blessings in Everything
There Are Blessings in Everything
Blessings come in many guises
That God alone in love devises,
And sickness which we dread so much
Can bring a very healing touch –
For often on the wings of pain
The peace we sought before in vain
Will come to us with sweet surprise
For God is merciful and wise –
And through long hours of tribulation
God gives us time for meditation ,and no sickness can be counted a loss
That teaches us to bear our cross .
Jan Bagwell
HELLO ALL ! I WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT BARBARA Pittman WILL BE HAVING HIP REPLACEMENT NOV. 30 . SHE WILL BE AT THE VILLAGE OF PELHAM HOSPITAL.. BARBARA HAS REALLY BEEN IN PAIN AND NEEDS OUR PRAYERS. SHE ALSO GETS REALLY DISCOURAGED, SO PLEASE ALL OF YOU HELP ME TO KEEP HER SPIRITS UP.... SHE NEEDS CARDS AND CALLS AND VISITS.... Also be in pray for my son David Bagwell , He need a healing . He had a medical problem for about 5 weeks now .
HER PHONE NUMBER IS 864-494-8519
HER ADDRESS IS- 2829 MOUNT LEBANON CHURCH ROAD, CAMPOBELLO
God Bless and Happy Thankgiving
Blessings come in many guises
That God alone in love devises,
And sickness which we dread so much
Can bring a very healing touch –
For often on the wings of pain
The peace we sought before in vain
Will come to us with sweet surprise
For God is merciful and wise –
And through long hours of tribulation
God gives us time for meditation ,and no sickness can be counted a loss
That teaches us to bear our cross .
Jan Bagwell
HELLO ALL ! I WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT BARBARA Pittman WILL BE HAVING HIP REPLACEMENT NOV. 30 . SHE WILL BE AT THE VILLAGE OF PELHAM HOSPITAL.. BARBARA HAS REALLY BEEN IN PAIN AND NEEDS OUR PRAYERS. SHE ALSO GETS REALLY DISCOURAGED, SO PLEASE ALL OF YOU HELP ME TO KEEP HER SPIRITS UP.... SHE NEEDS CARDS AND CALLS AND VISITS.... Also be in pray for my son David Bagwell , He need a healing . He had a medical problem for about 5 weeks now .
HER PHONE NUMBER IS 864-494-8519
HER ADDRESS IS- 2829 MOUNT LEBANON CHURCH ROAD, CAMPOBELLO
God Bless and Happy Thankgiving
Monday, November 23, 2009
Touch Me
Touch Me...
Touch Me . . .
If I am your child... Please touch me.
Persist; find ways to meet my needs.
Your goodnight hug helps sweeten my dreams.
Your daytime touching tells me how you really feel.
If I am your teenager... Please touch me.
Don't think because I'm almost grown,
I don't need to know that you still care.
I need your loving arms; I need a tender voice.
If I am your friend... Please touch me.
Nothing lets me know you care like a warm embrace.
A healing touch when I'm depressed assures me I am loved,
And reassures me that I'm not alone.
Yours may be the only comforting touch I get.
If I am your husband or wife... Please touch me.
You may think that your passion is enough,
But only your arms hold back my fears.
I need your tender reassuring touch, To remind me
I am loved just because I am me.
If I am your grown-up child... Please touch me.
Though I may have a family my own to hold,
I still need Mommy's and Daddy's arms when I hurt.
As a parent the view is different; I appreciate you more.
If I am your aging parent... Please touch me.
Hold my hand, sit close to me, give me strength;
And warm my tired body with your nearness.
Although my skin is worn and wrinkled, It loves to be stroked
Don't be afraid.
Please Touch Me!
Touch Me . . .
If I am your child... Please touch me.
Persist; find ways to meet my needs.
Your goodnight hug helps sweeten my dreams.
Your daytime touching tells me how you really feel.
If I am your teenager... Please touch me.
Don't think because I'm almost grown,
I don't need to know that you still care.
I need your loving arms; I need a tender voice.
If I am your friend... Please touch me.
Nothing lets me know you care like a warm embrace.
A healing touch when I'm depressed assures me I am loved,
And reassures me that I'm not alone.
Yours may be the only comforting touch I get.
If I am your husband or wife... Please touch me.
You may think that your passion is enough,
But only your arms hold back my fears.
I need your tender reassuring touch, To remind me
I am loved just because I am me.
If I am your grown-up child... Please touch me.
Though I may have a family my own to hold,
I still need Mommy's and Daddy's arms when I hurt.
As a parent the view is different; I appreciate you more.
If I am your aging parent... Please touch me.
Hold my hand, sit close to me, give me strength;
And warm my tired body with your nearness.
Although my skin is worn and wrinkled, It loves to be stroked
Don't be afraid.
Please Touch Me!
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