Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Hook, Line, Sinker


Hook, Line, Sinker

You’re either cold or hot there’s no one that knows but God and you?
Are you following Satan who uses sin for bait to entice one to pursue.
The turmoil of life that causes the swirling  to bother and upset.
Struggling in the current plunging here and there to escape and fret.
Pretend there’s nothing wrong but can taste the bait you see on the hook.
Then are caught up in longing for what you know is wrong in God’s book.

When you ask yourself, why? It’s temptation it’s better to not take heed.
There are warning signs but you did not listen because of worldly greed.
Perhaps skipping a service or two at church, found a reason not to go,
A couple of alibis such as I’ve somewhere else to go or an inflamed toe.
Now that you are caught realizing just how far you have drifted away;
Spent time running from God like Jonah who didn’t heed or obey.

You’re caught up in sin’s net without hope knowing that death is near.
Aha, says the master of deceit, I have a prize catch, on their face a sneer.
You forsook the savior who paid the cost to rescue your soul that’s neat.
They doesn’t care if you live or die, the Bible, was not true you’re in defeat.
There’s no way you’re going to survive I just don’t care if you live or die.
Why no one, not even me, cares for a worm, that’s what I see in my eyes.

It doesn’t show on the outside what you feel inside, so you hear the alarm.
Repeatedly, as you squirm in your seat trying to get free of the arm.
An awesome presence there that will not leave you where you are sitting.
Someone’s tugging on you can’t deal it no longer you feel like splitting.
Where you can’t wait one moment longer there you kneel with no pride.
While there your sins you cast aside, repent, and ask him in to abide..
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Psalm 47
 If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God.
 Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth.
 For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.
 When Christ, who is our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear with him in glory.
Colossians 3 : 1-3

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Tulips & Roses


Tulips & Roses

Right under our noses
are tulips and roses.
There's no place that I'd rather be.
And if you come hither
you'll find they won't wither
for God surely loves you and me.

A rainbow of colors
are splattered on flowers
that all of creation can see.
And when they're a-blooming,
exquisite perfuming
enhances His paintings for me.

The world won't believe Him,
far out on their tree limb.
Opinions are having their say.
They make me so dizzy
because they're so busy
and can't find eternity's way.

I know you would rather
join with me and gather
up armfuls of rainbow's bouquets -
and inside His
painting
enjoy His creating
the rest of eternity's days.

So join me and jump in-
to painting, born again,
where flowering landscapes are true.
Here living with respect
is Heavenly perfect
in vibrant and colorful hue.

Right under our noses
are tulips and roses.
There's no place that I'd rather be.
And if you come hither
you'll find they won't wither
for God really loves you and me,
for God really loves you and me.

Jan Bagwell
God Bless !

Monday, April 6, 2015

Living For My Lord


Living For My Lord

I have told the Gospel story
To many children over the years.
Some seemed not to listen.
Some repented with bitter tears.

Sometimes I am tempted to say,
"One soul was saved, only one."
Then my Father gently reminds me.
"For that child I sent my only Son."

I keep singing the Gospel story.
Sometimes I hit a wrong chord,
But I have a song in my heart,
So I'll keep singing for my Lord.

I have prayed so many prayers
That got answers of plainly "no",
But I got so many "yes" answers,
That it pays to pray, I know.

For every good poem I write,
I write one that's not so fine,
But I'll keep writing about Jesus,
For I am His, and He is mine.

I'll keep living for my Lord,
For He has done so much for me,
Until the day He takes me home,
And His dear holy face I see.

Jan Bagwell
God Bless !

Thursday, April 2, 2015

A Newborn's Conversation With God...


A Newborn's Conversation With God...
A baby asked God, 'They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?' God said, 'Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.'

The child further inquired, 'But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.' God said, 'Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy.'

Again the child asked, 'And how am I going to be able to understand when people
talk to me if I don't know the language?' God said, 'Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.'

'And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?' God said, 'Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you
how to pray.'

'Who will protect me?' God said, 'Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its
life.'

'But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.' God said, 'Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.' At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, 'God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.'

God said, 'You will simply call her, 'Mom.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Father God thank you for my Grand Daughters ,  Emily and Halia
Happy Easter , Thank God , Jesus  has risen !

Hallelujah! Behold The Empty Tomb!


Hallelujah! Behold The Empty Tomb!

Jesus came to the earth to die.
On a cross, He was crucified.
He shed His precious blood for us.
For our sins, He bled and died.

They placed Him in a sepulcher.
They sealed it with a stone that day.
When Mary Magdalene
came to the tomb,
The huge stone had been rolled away.

Off she ran to get Peter and John.
They all ran faster and faster.
In the tomb was Jesus' grave clothes,
But they could not find their Master.

Hallelujah! Behold the empty tomb!
Praise God! He arose from the dead!
John said he saw, and he believed.
Yes, Christ arose just like he said!

Angels in white apparel announced,
"He is risen! He is not here!"
What glorious and wonderful words
About our risen Savior so dear!

The
us that Jesus arose.
By faith, we believe that it's true.
All who accept Jesus as Savior
Will surely one day arise again too.

Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
John 20 : 8
 Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre, and he saw, and believed.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Garnet Colored Ribbons


Garnet Colored Ribbons

Our royal inheritance
Tied with bow
When from His wounds
The blood did flow

Each drop ran beneath
The thorny crown
Garnet colored ribbons
Came cascading down

Arms open wide
He
understood
Nails driven through flesh

Deep into wood

When they lifted His cross
Put it into place
He looked over the crowd
And saw my face

He willingly died
I was filled with shame
He saved me from all
He took the blame

When He took
His last breath
Salvation came
Through His
death

I
accepted His gift
No man could tear apart
Garnet colored ribbons
Now cascade, through my heart

Jan Bagwell
God Bless !

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

He's Been There

He's Been There


As you travel down life's pathway,
Does your load feel heavier each day?
Does the path ahead grow faint and dim,
Till you almost lose your way?

Do your feet grow tired 
a
nd weary,
Till you feel you can walk no more?
The 
shoes you wear are old and worn,
And your feet are bleeding and sore.

Do you trip over unseen objects?
Are there times you even fall,
And no one's near to lend a hand,
Or hear you when you call?

Oh, friend, I know of someone,
Who sees your every move.
He cares so very much for you,
His heart is filled with love.

This man I know is Jesus.
Here's how I know He cares,
You see, the very road you're on,
He's already traveled there.

For He walked down a pathway,
So many years ago.
The cross they made Him carry,
Became a heavy load.

I'm sure that He grew weary,
As He bled from many a sore.
And the blood, it trickled down His face,
Till He could see no more.

Perhaps He even stumbled,
And fell beneath the load.
There were even those who mocked and scorned,
As He traveled down that road.

So when the days grow dreary,
And everything goes wrong,
When it seems all hope has faded,
And the way gets rough and long;

Remember that He's been there.
He cares and understands.
Because He cares, He suffered,
With nails in His feet and hands.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !