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

This Tiny Cross of Pain

Though prayers for healing

 seemed in vain ,

God helped me learn

 to live with pain ;

To use the very

 thing I dread

For closer walk

 with Him  instead ;

And how to lend

 a listening ear

To those who hurt\

 and shed a tear

of symapathy,

or press their hand –

worth more because

I understand .

 

Dear God ,if that’s

the only way

You’d have me serve

from day to day ,

please use this

tiny cross of pain

 for others

 and for Heavens’s gain !

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Please remember Brother Mike Well Mother in your Prayers

 

Courageous Smile

Face your life and its trials
With a quiet mind and courageous smile
And know that courage is what we need
To perform for us all heoric deeds
So with cheer and tons of hope
Go forward and never mope
And burn the little candle's light
To make your surroundings all bright
And all this can be done with faith
And the gift of courage from God great
So come forward and face life's trial
With a quiet mind and courage's smile.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
 Please remember in your prayers
 Brother   J D Holaday ,he has been very sick this week
 Brother Billy Phillips and his mother
Sister Judy Howard
Jan Bagwell , My sons , and their wives and my grandchild Emily
Hazel Bagwell, my mother
Courage
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It's not exactly courage if you're not a bit afraid,
To climb the towering mountain or descend into the glade.
But this is really courage, at least I call it so,
To say, "I fear that mountain, but just the same, I'll go!"

IF I COULD KNOW

 I  would be richer  by a thousand fold

If I could know why certain poetry

Has power to break my heart . If I were told

Why suddenly an ache should throb in me

As some sheer line of beauty ,some turned phrase

Where the hands of a word-jeweler has set

His gems of living fire that through my days

Must be a thing my heart cannot forget .

Keat’s nightingale ,that strange ,wild , deathless bird ,

Will call to me forever down the years :

Through Shelley’s odes , like some insistent word ,

I shall hear the sea’s voice heavy with its tears.

As Wordsworth “wandered lonely as a cloud,”

I ,too ,shall wander ,and shall ever go

Lonely and hurt by beauty though the crowd

Be shrill about me . Why ? I do not know .

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

With God , I have a home .