Father and child

I remember the day
the day you were born
Through the gates of Heaven
I could hear the angel's horn
as you came out of the darkness
a world that's always night
And you breathed, and you cried
and you reached for the light
And from that very first day
I've tried to make you understand
that never will I leave you
I will always hold your hand

I watched you die that day
and then I watched you live
and I knew in my heart
there's nothing I wouldn't give
to take you home someday
someday very soon
and I made you a promise
on that cold afternoon
I promised if you fell again
I would always help you stand
and wherever you went
I would always hold your hand

So now here you are, child
so deep in my heart
and I knew this day was coming
from the very start
From when I first held you
and gave you your name
An eternity went by
before you actually came
Well before you were born
this moment was planned
that I, your Lord and Savior
would be holding your hand

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Ticket To Heaven

I'm a citizen of heaven,
got my passport in my hand
and one day I'm going to go
to the promised land.

My name is in the book of life,
I know God's written it down
and I can hardly wait . . .
till my feet hit the ground.

Jesus is making my room ready,
and there will be an open door
inside of it there's gonna be
all my treasures He has stored.

My ticket is in my pocket,
it says I am heaven bound
but until I finally take off
I gotta keep my mind sound.

I need to keep my faith strong,
keep my eyes looking forward
so that there won't be anything
that will catch me off my guard.

You see, I got me a reservation,
in a mansion, I am going to stay
and nothing gonna keep me . . .
from that Promised Day!

“ In my Father’s house are many mansions:

   if it were not so , I would have told 

   you I go to prepare a place you ,

   I will  come again  and  receive  you unto

   myself , that where I am , there ye may be

   also

John  14 : 2-3

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Heaven

Walls of gems and pearls and gold,
Gates which seal a truth untold,
Angels that doth guard the doors,
Leading to eternal cores-

Heaven in it's mightiness,
My dream, desire, I confess!
The songs of praise, they fill my ears,
And fill my eyes with guilty tears.

My heart, it beats of love for Him,
The Mighty One who fills to brim,
Every empty cup of gloom
With peace, to rescue us from doom.

Dwells He, in that glorious home,
And sits upon the highest throne.
Surrounding Him, the angels sing,
"He is the Everlasting King!"

Tranquility fills the air
Of heaven- knoweth not, despair,
The souls of peaceful, righteous ones,
Who've lived to, this great kingdom, come.

There, the King, He bears a crown,
Of gold and silver, gems surround.
Oh! What a sight, I wish to see,
A place where I would love to be!

My Savior, He awaits at shore,
And points towards the open doors
And calls to me, to faith, receive,
And in His promise, to believe.

That's the heaven in my dreams,
Although so very far it seems,
A day shall come when I shall reach
The shores of heaven, all redeemed!

Jan Bagwell

God Bless

Lighthouse, Lead Me Home

The beams reach out into the night
And drive the darkness away.
That old lighthouse shines so bright,
So sailors won't go astray.

The fog rolls onto the peaceful shore,
Trying to hide the light
That beams as it always did before
From the faithful lighthouse site.

Fog can't swallow that brilliant light.
No, not one little beam.
Its rays reach out into the night.
In radiance, it throws a gleam.

It's there to guide a sailor so weary
To the shore from a sea so vast,
From a long voyage, sometimes dreary,
But the light points him home at last.

The light of Jesus reaches wide and far
To drive the darkness of sin away.
His love reaches beyond the highest star.
He finds the sheep who's gone astray.

The Devil, like fog, may try to dim
And hide the light so great,
But the light of Jesus outshines him,
And defeat is the Devil's fate.

The Light guides a Christian who's weary
Sailing the sea of life so vast.
The Light can swallow trials so dreary
And point a Christian home at last!

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Our American Flag

 We call it the "Star-spangled Banner."
We call it "Old Faithful" too.
We use many descriptive names
To honor the "Red, White, and Blue."

Our flag has seen many battles
Fought to keep our nation free.
We fight for what it stands for,
Freedom from dictators and tyranny.

We carried it to World War One
Where thousands of lives were lost.
Americans fought on foreign soil.
For freedom, we paid the cost.

Americans raised it on Iwo Jima
Near the end of World War Two.
We took it to the land of Korea
To fight there for what was true.

In the foreign land of Viet Nam,
Our flag lingered for many years,
Through loss of many precious lives,
Through sorrow, pain, and tears.

After the Nine-Eleven tragedies,
Against terrorists, we took a stand.
We rallied around our flag anew
To stamp out terrorism in our land.

Let us pray for our dear nation
And for all our many leaders too.
Let us stand for what is right
And fly the Red, White, and Blue.

Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations , I will be exalted in the earth . 
Pslam 46:10[NIV]

When our country  stop standing for God , will God still stand for America .
Freedom is not Free , somebody has to pay the price .

Content

We are all walking to Him
Each at a different pace
None the less we are going
To that unimaginable place.

The road is sometimes difficult
But time passes quickly by
Until a feeling of content
Breathing a heartfelt sigh.

He waits with open arms
Our journey soon will end
His peace flows so sweetly
From angels that He will send.

The look of sorrow is fading
There is nothing we will miss
All of the hurts inside us
Replaced by exquisite bliss.

We pass others on the road
Their tears touch our soul
Knowledge and wisdom fill a heart
So close to becoming whole.

Wanting to live a godly life
Trusting only in His Word
Every prayer we cried to Him
He answered and He heard.

We are all walking to Him
On a road that is Heaven sent
To hear Him whisper softly
Dear ones, I bring to you content. 

Jan Bagwell 

God Bless !!

Philippians 4:11-13
I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or want. I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.

The Truth
The truth doesn't just show up.
The truth shows outward.

The Power To Salvation

In Egypt I wandered for many a year;
Entrapped in its pleasures, too blinded to fear.
For sin was attractive and easy to find,
Though it rotted my soul, I just didn't mind

Temptations abundant distracted my eye;
I walked all around - never looked to the sky.
All thoughts of a Saviour I tried to ignore,
I banished my guilt by indulging in more.

Till one day my sin seemed to please me no longer.
Though I tried every vice, discontentment was stronger.
Sin had taken me farther than I wanted to go,
And slowly I realised sin, not I, had control!

I scrambled and grasped for some means of escape;
I reformed many times, my life I tried to reshape.
And when all my efforts had come to an end,
I was still just as captive, not willing to bend.

And then, when I'd come to the end of my rope,
I heard once again the sweet message of hope.
This time my ears listened to what I'd stifled before,
And the message that entered shook to the core!

As the gospel of God caused my proud heart to tremble,
I shook to discover I did not resemble
Even closely the Lord who became propitiation,
Bearing my sin so I could have salvation.

And then with a contrite heart God had broken,
I surrendered my being to the Word He had spoken.
And as God brought the increase from the seed one had sown,
I knelt in repentance, claiming Him as my own.

A peace so unnatural flowed into my soul,
And joy more abundant, now that I'd been made whole.
No effort required, "Praise the Lord! Free at last!"
Sin's prison doors open, I turned from my past.

And now I go forward, pressing on t'ward the mark.
There's a fire in my spirit that began with the spark
Of the gospel of God, the power to salvation.
My life is His now, in full

Jan Bagwell

God Bless