Sometimes We'll Understand

Sometimes 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 , sometimes , 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 begun ;
Tis there ,sometime , we’ll understand.
God know 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 ;
Sometimes ,sometimes ,we’ll understand .
Jan Bagwell
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The Old Man's Motto

The Old man’s motto
“Give me a motto ,” said a youth
To one whom years had rendered wise ;
“Some pleasant thought , or weighty truth ,
That briefest syllables comprise ;
Some word of warning or of cheer
To grave upon my signet here .
“And, reverend father ,”said the boy ,
“Since life ,they say ,is ever made
A mingled web of grief and joy ;
Since cares may come and pleasures fade ,-
Pray ,let the motto have a range
Of meaning matching every change .”

“Sooth !”said the man ,’ I think you ask
A labor something over-nice ,
That well a finer brain might task .
What think you ,lad , of this device
[Older than I ,though I am gray ].
‘It simple ,’This will pass away .’

When wafted on by fortune’s breeze ,
In endless peace thou seem’st to glide ,
Prepare betimes for rougher seas ,
And chech the boast of foolish pride ;
Though smiling joy thine today ,
Remember ,’This will pass .’

When all the sky is draped in black .
And ,beaten by tempestuous gales ,
Thy shuddering ship seems all a- wrack ,
Then trim again thy tattered sails ;
To grim despair be not a prey ;
I think thee , ‘ This will pass away .’

Thus ,O my son ,be not o’ver-proud ,
Nor yet cast down ; judge thou aright ;
When skies are clear , expect the cloud ;
In darkness wait the coming light ;
Whatever be thy fate today ,
Remember ,’ This will pass away.’”
Jan bagwell
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When Mother Prayed

When Mother Prayed
I think that I shall never see ,
This side of God’s eternity ,
A scene as lovely as the one
Which met my gaze when day was done .
In childhood years of long ago ;
My mother sings, ‘tis sweet and low ,
Her face with love is all aglow ,she turns the pages of God’s Word ,
Her tender heart is deeply stirred.
She kneels ,she prays ,Oh ,what a prayer!
I listen, lingering on the stair –
“God bless my boy “-I hear my name ,
and there ,within my heart , a flame
Begins to burn –‘tis burning yet .
That hour I never shall forget !
My Mother dear ,at even kneels ,
And prays for me . This morn there steals
A ray of warmth into my heart ,
And now , like her , from cares apart ,
I pray . Her prayers still follow me –
A torch ,and by its gleam I see
My home across the crystal sea .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless all Our Mother’s

The Mothers of Men

THE MOTHERS OF MEN
The bravest battle that ever was fought ;
Shall I tell you where and when ?
On the maps of the world you will find it not,
“ Twas fought by the mothers of men.

Nay ,not with cannon or battle shot ,
With sword or braver pen ,
Nay , not with eloquent word or thought ,
From mouths of wonderful men;

But deep in a woman’s walled-up heart,
Of woman that would not yield ,
But patiently, silently bore her part,-
Lo , there is that battlefield .

No marshaling troops, no bivouac song ;
No banner to gleam and wave;
But , O those battles , they last so long ,
From babyhood to the grave !

Yet faithful still as bridge of stars ,
She fights in her walled-up town
Fights on and on in the endless wars ,
Then silent , unseen , goes down .
Jan Bagwell
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IN The Garden of the Lord

IN THE GARDEN OF THE LORD :

The word of God came unto to me ,
Sitting alone among the multitudes;
And my blind eyes were touched with light .
And there was laid upon my lips a flame of fire .

I laugh and shout ,for life is good ,
Though my feet are set in silent ways .
In merry mood I leave the crowd
To walk in my garden . Ever as I walk
I gather fruits and flowers in my hands .
And with joyful heart I bless the sun
That kindles all the place with radiant life .
I run with playful winds that blow the scent

Of rose and jessamine in eddying whirls .
At last I come where tall lilies grow ,
Lifting their faces like white saints to God .
While the lilies pray ,I kneel upon the ground ;
I have strayed into the holy temple of the Lord .
Jan Bagwell

Faith and Hope

FAITH AND HOPE
When gathering clouds around I view ,
And days are dark ,and friends are few
On him I lean ,who ,not in vain ,
Experienced every human pain ;
He sees my wants ,alway my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly virtue’s narrow way –
To fly the good I would pursue ,
Or do the sin I would not do –
Still he ,who felt temmptation’s power
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour .

When sorrowing ov’er some stone ,I blend ,
Which covers all that was a friend ,
And from his voice ,his hand ,his smile ,
Divides me ,for a little while ,
My Saviour sees the tears I shed ,
For Jesus wept o’er Lazarus dead .

And ,if when I have safely passed
Through every conflict but the last –
Still,still unchanging ,watch beside
My painful bed – for thou hast died ;
Then point to realms of cloudless day ,
And wipe my latest tear away .
Jan Bagwell

To sleep

TO SLEEP

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar ,
Along the Psalmist’s music deep ,
Now tell me if that any is ,
For gift or grace , surpassing this –
“He givth His beloved ,sleep “?

“Sleep soft , beloved !” we sometimes say ,
but have no tune to charm away
Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep:
But never doleful dream again
Shall break the happy slumber ,when
“He giveth His beloved ,sleep .”

O earth so full of dreary noises !
O men , with wailing in your voices !
O strife , O curse ,that o’er it fall !
God makes a silence through you all ,
And “ giveth His beloved ,sleep .”

And friends , dear friends ,when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me ,
And round my brother ye come to weep ,
Let one ,most loving of you all,
Say ,”Not a tear must o’er him fall !
“He giveth His beloved , sleep .”
Jan Bagwell