A Prayer For Your Home
God bless this house and all within it;
Let no harsh spirit enter in it .
Let none approach who would betray;
None with a bitter word to say .
Shield it from and sorrow’s string ;
Here let the children’s laughter ring .
Grant that these friends from year to year
Shall build their happiest memories here .
God bless this home and those who love it ;
Fair be the skies which bend above it .
May never anger’s thoughtless word
Within these sheltering walls be heard .
May all who rest beside this fire
And then depart , glad thoughts inspire ;
And make them feel who close the door ,
Friendship has graced their home once more .
God bless this house and those who keep it ;
In the sweet oils of gladness steep it .
Endow these walls with lasting wealth ,
The light of love , the glow of health ,
The palm of peace ,the charm of mirth ,
Good friends to sit around the hearth ;
And with each nightfall perfect rest –
Here let them live their happiest .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Quite Suddenly
Quite Suddenly
Quite suddenly – it may be at the turning of
a lane ,
Where I stand to watch a skylard from out
the swelling grain,
That the trump of God shall thrill me , with
its call so loud and clear,
And I’m called away to meet Him , whom
of all I hold most dear .
Quite suddenly – it may be as I tread the
busy street ,
Strong to endure life’s stress and strain ,its
every call to meet .
That through the roar of traffic , a trumpet ,
silvery clear ,
Shall stir my startled senses and proclaim
his coming near .
Quite suddenly – it may be in His house I
bend my knee ,
When the kingly voice ,long hoped for ,
comes at last to summon me ;
And the fellowship of earth-life that has
seemed so passing sweet ,
Proves nothing but the shadow of our
meeting round His feet .
Quite suddenly –it may be as I lie in
dreamless sleep ,
God’s gift to many a sorrowing heart ,
with no more tears to weep ,
That a call shall break my slumber and a
Voice sound in my ear ;
“Rise up , My love and come away !
Behold the Bridegroom’s here !”
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Please remember the Prayer request Betty Holcombe has cancer , Judy Pangborn has needs , and remember Mary Carpenter , Betty is her sister . And remember Jesus said ,” I will be with you always . “ I just like say ,” Praise God , Praise God , Praise God “
Quite suddenly – it may be at the turning of
a lane ,
Where I stand to watch a skylard from out
the swelling grain,
That the trump of God shall thrill me , with
its call so loud and clear,
And I’m called away to meet Him , whom
of all I hold most dear .
Quite suddenly – it may be as I tread the
busy street ,
Strong to endure life’s stress and strain ,its
every call to meet .
That through the roar of traffic , a trumpet ,
silvery clear ,
Shall stir my startled senses and proclaim
his coming near .
Quite suddenly – it may be in His house I
bend my knee ,
When the kingly voice ,long hoped for ,
comes at last to summon me ;
And the fellowship of earth-life that has
seemed so passing sweet ,
Proves nothing but the shadow of our
meeting round His feet .
Quite suddenly –it may be as I lie in
dreamless sleep ,
God’s gift to many a sorrowing heart ,
with no more tears to weep ,
That a call shall break my slumber and a
Voice sound in my ear ;
“Rise up , My love and come away !
Behold the Bridegroom’s here !”
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Please remember the Prayer request Betty Holcombe has cancer , Judy Pangborn has needs , and remember Mary Carpenter , Betty is her sister . And remember Jesus said ,” I will be with you always . “ I just like say ,” Praise God , Praise God , Praise God “
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Judged Not Worthy
Judged Not Worthy
A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two
survivors were able to make it to the shore of a small deserted
island. With no idea what else to do they agreed they had no
recourse but to pray to God. However, they were divided as to
whose prayer would be more effectual. They agreed finally to
divide the island between them and stay each to his own side of
the island.
The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the
first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the island,
and thus he ate. The other man's parcel of the island remained
barren, and thus he remained hungry.
After a couple of days the first man became lonely so he prayed
for a wife. The next day another ship wrecked and the lone
survivor, a woman swam to his side of the island. The other man
remained without a companion.
Next, the first man prayed for a house, clothes and more food.
The next day all of these miraculously appeared. However the
other man still had nothing.
Finally the first man prayed for rescue for he and his wife.
In the morning there was a ship docked on his side of the
island. He and his wife boarded the ship and left the other man
behind. As the ship was pulling away from the island a voice
from heaven boomed out,
"Why are you leaving that other man on the island?"
The man replied, "Well, Lord, I figured the blessings I prayed
for were mine, and since apparently none of his prayers were
answered he mustn't be worthy."
The Lord rebuked him saying, "Oh my son you are so mistaken, for
you see he only had one prayer, which I answered fully. If not
for that you would not have received the richness of blessings
that you have, you owe him everything."
"Tell me", the man asked, "what did he pray for that I should
give him anything?"
The Lord replied,
"He prayed that all of your prayers would be answered."
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Please remember Judy Hward for special needed . Please remember Mary Carpenter sister . and pray for those around you
A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two
survivors were able to make it to the shore of a small deserted
island. With no idea what else to do they agreed they had no
recourse but to pray to God. However, they were divided as to
whose prayer would be more effectual. They agreed finally to
divide the island between them and stay each to his own side of
the island.
The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the
first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the island,
and thus he ate. The other man's parcel of the island remained
barren, and thus he remained hungry.
After a couple of days the first man became lonely so he prayed
for a wife. The next day another ship wrecked and the lone
survivor, a woman swam to his side of the island. The other man
remained without a companion.
Next, the first man prayed for a house, clothes and more food.
The next day all of these miraculously appeared. However the
other man still had nothing.
Finally the first man prayed for rescue for he and his wife.
In the morning there was a ship docked on his side of the
island. He and his wife boarded the ship and left the other man
behind. As the ship was pulling away from the island a voice
from heaven boomed out,
"Why are you leaving that other man on the island?"
The man replied, "Well, Lord, I figured the blessings I prayed
for were mine, and since apparently none of his prayers were
answered he mustn't be worthy."
The Lord rebuked him saying, "Oh my son you are so mistaken, for
you see he only had one prayer, which I answered fully. If not
for that you would not have received the richness of blessings
that you have, you owe him everything."
"Tell me", the man asked, "what did he pray for that I should
give him anything?"
The Lord replied,
"He prayed that all of your prayers would be answered."
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Please remember Judy Hward for special needed . Please remember Mary Carpenter sister . and pray for those around you
Monday, January 17, 2011
The Wooden Bowl
The Wooden Bowl
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and
four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his
eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table but the elderly
grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating
difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
"We must do something about Grandfather," said the son.
"I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on
the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the
corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family
enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two,
his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction sometimes he
had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words
the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a
fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing
with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"
Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
"Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and
Mama to eat your food when I grow up."
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.
Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led
him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days,
he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither
husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was
dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
Children are remarkably perceptive.
Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen,
and their minds ever process the messages they absorb.
If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere,
they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.
The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are
being laid for the child's future.
Let's be wise builders and role models.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and
four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his
eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table but the elderly
grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating
difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
"We must do something about Grandfather," said the son.
"I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on
the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the
corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family
enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two,
his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction sometimes he
had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words
the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a
fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing
with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"
Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
"Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and
Mama to eat your food when I grow up."
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.
Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led
him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days,
he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither
husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was
dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
Children are remarkably perceptive.
Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen,
and their minds ever process the messages they absorb.
If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere,
they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.
The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are
being laid for the child's future.
Let's be wise builders and role models.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Friday, January 14, 2011
God Will Not ask Me
God Will Not Ask Me
God is not going to ask me how much I made.
He will ask me how much I gave.
God will not ask me about the size of my house.
He will ask me did I invite Him in.
God will not ask me about the elegance of the neighborhood.
He will ask me how I treated my neighbor.
God will not ask me what kind of car I drove.
He will ask me did I give those with no car a ride.
God will not ask me about the beauty of my wife.
He will ask me did I treat her with love.
God will not ask me about the style of my clothes.
He will ask me did I help clothe others.
God will not ask me the size of my bank account.
He will ask me how much is in my heavenly account.
God will not ask me how many children I fathered.
He will ask me if I was a good father to my children.
God will not ask me did I achieve fame.
He will ask me about my reputation.
God will not ask me if I traveled the world.
He will ask me did I improve the world.
God will not ask me about the troubles that I had.
He will ask me if I helped comfort the troubled.
God will not ask me if I did miracles in the name of His Son.
He will ask me if I really knew Him.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !!
Be safe , and remember God love you . He only a prayer away . Again thank you for having fellowship with me .
God is not going to ask me how much I made.
He will ask me how much I gave.
God will not ask me about the size of my house.
He will ask me did I invite Him in.
God will not ask me about the elegance of the neighborhood.
He will ask me how I treated my neighbor.
God will not ask me what kind of car I drove.
He will ask me did I give those with no car a ride.
God will not ask me about the beauty of my wife.
He will ask me did I treat her with love.
God will not ask me about the style of my clothes.
He will ask me did I help clothe others.
God will not ask me the size of my bank account.
He will ask me how much is in my heavenly account.
God will not ask me how many children I fathered.
He will ask me if I was a good father to my children.
God will not ask me did I achieve fame.
He will ask me about my reputation.
God will not ask me if I traveled the world.
He will ask me did I improve the world.
God will not ask me about the troubles that I had.
He will ask me if I helped comfort the troubled.
God will not ask me if I did miracles in the name of His Son.
He will ask me if I really knew Him.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !!
Be safe , and remember God love you . He only a prayer away . Again thank you for having fellowship with me .
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Let It Be Said
Let It Be Said
May I go on record as
One whose grateful lips have tasted
Of the sweetest nature has ,
On whose eyes no day was wasted .
May these humble ears be noted ,
For the melodies they heard ,
Pouring from the golden throated
Robin and the Mocking bird .
In the faded pages of
The musty volume of the years ,
Beneath the chapter labeled Love ,
Inscribe my smiles but not my tears .
List my name among the lowly ,
Lest this heart be puffed with pride ,
All that’s good and all that’s holy ,
Will not justly be denied .
These two feet were made to travel ,
Down whatever road He leads ,
And these two hands to unravel
Tender bloom from bitter weed .
Mine the pen , but His the phrases ,
And whatever these have stirred ,
Be it naught save what upraises
Each man closer to the Lord .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
May I go on record as
One whose grateful lips have tasted
Of the sweetest nature has ,
On whose eyes no day was wasted .
May these humble ears be noted ,
For the melodies they heard ,
Pouring from the golden throated
Robin and the Mocking bird .
In the faded pages of
The musty volume of the years ,
Beneath the chapter labeled Love ,
Inscribe my smiles but not my tears .
List my name among the lowly ,
Lest this heart be puffed with pride ,
All that’s good and all that’s holy ,
Will not justly be denied .
These two feet were made to travel ,
Down whatever road He leads ,
And these two hands to unravel
Tender bloom from bitter weed .
Mine the pen , but His the phrases ,
And whatever these have stirred ,
Be it naught save what upraises
Each man closer to the Lord .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Of Gifts of Life
Of Gifts of Life
Do what you can with gifts of life
And gifts of heart and mind
While they are still , within your power
To share with humankind
For it is seldom meant to be
That gifts we own – today –
Will be forever ours to keep
Or ours to give away .
Don’t let them fade to trails of time
Or waste to dearths of age
For they are like the joys of youth
And luxuries of wages ,
They’re ours to own for just awhile –
To do with , as we can
That will endear our souls to God
And grace our fellow man .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Dear Jesus , please remember Mary Carpenter sister , Mike Wells mother and Judy Howard . I would ask each one that read these poems , be fill with your spirit Lord . And they would pray for one another . Amen
I would like to thank each and everyone that read my blog and hope you are blessed by it .
Do what you can with gifts of life
And gifts of heart and mind
While they are still , within your power
To share with humankind
For it is seldom meant to be
That gifts we own – today –
Will be forever ours to keep
Or ours to give away .
Don’t let them fade to trails of time
Or waste to dearths of age
For they are like the joys of youth
And luxuries of wages ,
They’re ours to own for just awhile –
To do with , as we can
That will endear our souls to God
And grace our fellow man .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Dear Jesus , please remember Mary Carpenter sister , Mike Wells mother and Judy Howard . I would ask each one that read these poems , be fill with your spirit Lord . And they would pray for one another . Amen
I would like to thank each and everyone that read my blog and hope you are blessed by it .
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