If The Bible Has No Answer

If the Bible has no answer
We are doomed to dark despair ,
Our lives are weak and worthless ,
If we can find no help there

Have we come this toilsome way
With sore and bleeding feet ,
To discover the Old Book wanting ,
And there is no mercy seat ?

Have we heard a mother’s prayer
In the still and silent night ,
To learn for the burden on her heart
There is no ray of light ?

Have we looked on the faces of dear ones
Who will greet us here no more ,
Only to know we shall never meet them
Over there on the Golden shore ?

If God’s hand has ever led you
Through surges wild and deep ,
You know the Bible has the answer ,
And every promise He will keep .
Jan Bagwell
GOD IS GREAT AND WE ARE A BLESSED PEOPLE !!

Cowboy Poetry

Jake, the rancher, went one day
To fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty
And the clouds rolled gray and dense.

As he pounded the last staples in
And gathered tools to go,
The temperature had fallen,
The wind and snow began to blow.

When he finally reached his pickup,
He felt a heavy heart.
From the sound of that ignition
He knew it wouldn't start.

So Jake did what most of us
Would do if we had been there.
He humbly bowed his balding head
And sent aloft a prayer.

As he turned the key for the last time,
He softly cursed his luck
They found him three days later,
Frozen stiff in that old truck.

Now Jake had been around in life
And done his share of roaming.
But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked --
It looked just like Wyoming !

Of all the saints in Heaven,
His favorite was St. Peter.

So they sat and talked a minute or two,
Or maybe it was three.
Nobody was keeping' score --
In Heaven, time is free.

'I've always heard,' Jake said to Pete,
'that God will answer prayer,
But one time I asked for help,
Well, he just plain wasn't there.'

'Does God answer prayers of some,
And ignore the prayers of others?
That don't seem exactly square --
I know all men are brothers.'

'Or does he randomly reply,
Without good rhyme or reason?
Maybe, it's the time of day,
The weather or the season.'

'Now I ain't trying to act smart,
It's just the way I feel.
And I was wondering', could you tell me --
What the heck's the deal?!'

Peter listened very patiently
And when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition,
And he said, 'So, you're the one!!'

That day your truck, it wouldn't start,
And you sent your prayer a flying,
Gave us all a real bad time,
With hundreds of us trying.'

'A thousand angels rushed,
To check the status of your file,
But you know, Jake, we hadn't heard
From you in quite a long while.'

'And though all prayers are answered,
And God ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice,
And started a truck in Minnesota '

BETTER KEEP IN TOUCH!

This was send to me By , Brother Mike Wells , Thank you and God Bless

If WE Only Understood

If We Only Understood
Could we but back the curtains
That surround each other’s lives ,
See the naked heart and spirit ,
Know what spur the action gives ;

Often we should find it better ,
Purer than we judge we should ;
We should love each other better ,
If we only understood ,

Could we judge all deeds by motives ,
See the good and bad within ,
Often we should love the sinner
All the while we loathe the sin ;

Could we know the powers working
To overthrow integrity,
We should love each other’s errors
We more patient charity ,

If we knew the cares and trails,
Knew the efforts all in vain ,
And the bitter disappointment ,
Understood the loss and gain –

Would the grim eternal roughness
Seem – I wonder – just the same ?
Should we help where now we blame.

Ah! we judge each other harshly ,
Knowing not life’s hidden force ;
Knowing not the fount of action
Is less turbid at its source-

Seeing not amid the evil
All the golden grain of good ;
And we would love each other better
If we only understood .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !!

My Neighbor's Bible

My Neighbor’s Bible

I am my neighbor’s Bible
He reads me when we meet;
Today he reads me in my home –
Tomorrow on the street .
He may be relative or friend
Or slight acquaintance be ;
He may not even know my name ,
Yet he is reading me .

And pray ,who is this neighbor
Who reads me day by day ,
To learn if I am living right
And walking as I pray ?
O, he is with me always
To criticize or blame ;
So worldy–wise in his own eyes ,
And “sinner” is his name .

Dear Christian friends and brothers ,
If we could only know
How faithfully the world records
Just what we say and do,
O , we would write our record plain
And come in time to see
Our worldly neighbor won to Christ
While reading you and me ,
Jan Bagwell ,
God Bless

The Eye of Faith

The Eye of Faith

I do not ask for earthly store
Beyond a day supply ;
I only covet more and more
The clear and single eye ,
To see my duty face to face ,
And trust the Lord for daily grace .

Whate’er the crosses mine shall be ,
I will not dare to shun ;
I only ask to live for thee ,
And that Thy will be done .
Thy will , oh Lord , be mine each day ,
While passing on my homeward way .

And when at last my labor o’er
I cross the narrow sea ,
Grant, Lord , that on the other shore
My soul may dwell with Thee .
And learn what here I cannot know :
Why Thou has ever loved me so .
Amen and Amen

Nobody Walks Alone

Nobody Walks Alone
Whenever the pathway of life seems rough
And under your burdens you groan ,
Just remember , wherever that path may go ,
Nobody walks alone ,

When all of your friends have let you down
And all of dreams have flown ,
Just keep reminding your heavy heart :
Nobody walks alone .

Then suddenly you’ll feel God’s hand in yours
And His eyes , uplifting your own …
And you’ll hear His gentle , forgiving voice say
“ Nobody walks alone .”
Jan Bagwell
God Bless

Beautiful Lives

Beautiful Lives

Beautiful faces are those that wear ,
It matters little if dark or fair ,
Whole –souled honesty printed there .

Beautiful eyes are those that show ,
Like crystal panes where heart fires glow ,
Beautiful thoughts that burn below .

Beautiful lips are those whose words
Leap from the heart like songs of birds ,
Yet whose utterance prudence girds.

Beautiful hands are those that do
Work both earnest , and brave and true ,
Every moment the long day through.

Beautiful feet are those that go
On kindly ministries to and fro –
Down lowliest ways if God wills it so .

Beautiful shoulders are those that bear
Ceaseless burdens of homely care
With patient grace and daily prayer .

Beautiful lives are those that bless –
Silent rivers of happiness ,
Whose hidden fountains few may guess .

Beautiful twilight , at set of sun ,
Beautiful goal, with race well won ;
Beautiful rest with work well done .

Jan Bagwell
God Bless