The last Journey has begun

Their eyes were heavy for they needed sleep
and they were unable their watch to keep.
Jesus had walked further along the way
and found some solitude so He could pray

“Father, if it is possible,” said He
“Will You please take this cup away from me?”
“But if not, then You know that I will do
all that is required and will obey You.”

Then He began to sweat great drops of blood
in great anguish of soul before His God.
Three times Jesus prayed the very same way
and three times His disciples in sleep lay.

The journey to Calvary had begun
for God the Father's obedient Son.
As the early sun had opened the day
Judas His betrayer was on his way.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Hope's Core

This constant coming to grips with our mortality
Compels us not to think more highly of ‘me’ than we ought
The shell that we inhabit only temporarily
Houses something we cannot see but should give earnest thought

Ignorance and denial of its presence cannot null
The inevitable of someday, face to face with He
Who breathed into mortal a Soul; this, imperishable
Yet none can expose it by microscopic scrutiny

And should we, cell by cell dissect, this skin and bone dust-tent
Still, none after thorough exam could utter, ‘there it is’
Where half-breath separation between flesh and Soul advent
Should stir a reassessment of the things that fill our days

The Son of God did not lay down His life to save mere flesh
But Deity wore flesh and died to save man's soul; Hope's Core
For death is hell but Life which He gives through His righteousness
Is Heaven in the presence of God's love forevermore

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Not Me & Not You

I may be old fashioned and that's why I'm shunned,
so don't stare there gawking, confused and so stunned.

Don't judge me because of my deafness and age.
Don't judge me because I may seem disengaged.

Don't judge me because of my old wrinkled face.
Don't judge me because I still live in this place.

Don't judge me because of the place where I work,
whether a bus-boy, a cashier or clerk.

Don't judge me because you've more money than I.
Don't judge me because I will frequently cry.

Don't judge me because of my father or mother,
my country, my neighbors, my sister or brother.

Don't judge my defining complete families,
one father, one mother with full liberties.

Don't judge me because of the car that I drive.
Don't judge me because I don't lie and connive.

Don't judge me because I'm no drunk or narcotic,
but proud and committed and most patriotic.

Don't judge me because I'll defend our top law,
our God-given rights that I hold up in awe.

Don't judge me when tears 'well up' into my eyes
whenever there's terror- as each child dies.

Don't judge me because I respect unborn life
and give of my morsels to slow down the strife.

Don't judge me because I've so little to give.
Don't judge me because I've so few years to live.

Don't judge me because of the morals you lack.
May modesty, love and respect return back.

Don't judge me because I will do no one harm.
Don't judge me because I live on a small farm.

Don't judge me because of the clothes that I wear.
Don't judge me because you will not hear me swear.

Don't judge me because I might be a bit shy,
don't envy your assets, cheat, steal or lie.

Don't judge me because I have faith in my God.
Don't judge me that day when I lie under sod.

Do you love your money, your laughter and fun?
Have you fed the hungry? Hmm, what have you done?

Don't judge me because you have food on your shelf,
but look in the mirror and then judge yourself.

Look into your eyes- deep into your soul-
and see if there isn't one speck of dark coal.

Admit to yourself and Creator above
that 'things' are but idols that pilfer your love.

Repent of your selfishness, envy and pride,
then give up your greed and embrace Heaven's side.

 Contentment , you'll find, as your burdens decrease.
When Jesus comes into your heart, you'll find peace.

Don't face it, ignore it, but life ends. It's true.
And God will be judging. Not me not you .

Jan  Bagwell

God Bless !

    I Meet God in the Morning

The earth is the Lord’s

    and the fullness thereof ,

It speaks of His greatness ,

    it sings of His love ,

And each day at dawning

    I lift my heart high

And raise up my eyes

    to the infinite sky …

I see the dew glisten

    in crystal-like splendor

While God ,with a touch

    that is gentle and tender ,

Wraps up the night

     and softly tucks it away

And hangs out the sun

     to herald a new day ,

A day yet unblemished

     by what’s gone before ,

A chance to begin

     and start over once more ,

And all I need do

     is to silently pray ,

God , help me and guide me

     and go with me today

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

God’s gifts put man’s dreams to shame .

    God is Seeking for Men

God is seeking for men in this world’s last hour ,

For men who can love-and anointed with power

Will stand in the gap ,and make up the hedge

That many in darkness of sin may be led

To Christ the Redeemer who only  can save

From the power of evil , despair and the grave  .

God is seeking for men who can sorrow and feel

For the souls He created , whom no one can heal :

The poor , broken bodies , the sin-darkened souls

With  none to deliver and none to make whole ;

The dear little children who cry in the night ,

Who long for a Saviour to bring the Light .

God called for a weapon to punish the lands

To put to the sword the work of His hands ,

And bring revelation on sin through His Word ,

That the nations far off may yet know the Lord .

But though they were punished by war’s cruel hate .

So soon they forgot their most terrible fate .

And every man wanders his own selfish way

Enjoying his pleasure and failing to pray

For the power of the Spirit that makes feeble man

An instrument , mighty to save , in the land .

O , where are the mighty , the holy and just ,

To whom God can proffer such high , noble trust ?

Where , O where are the few to stand in the hedge

To fill up the gap by a resolute pledge ,

To carry the message of power to the weak ,

The hungry ,the sick  ,the forlorn and the meek ?

My brother , my sister , won’t you be the one

To tell the glad tiding of God’s only Son ?

Think not of tomorrow and what you may lose –

A throne and a crown is for those who will choose

To follow the Lamb anywhere He  may go :

Rescuing souls out of darkness and woe ;

Leading the lost in God’s infinite plan –

Won’t you tell Him today ,”Lord , I’ll be that man.”

Jan Bagwell

God Bless

Summer Beauty

Summer Beauty

The loveliness that I behold

     So far beyond compare ,

The joy I feel within my soul

     Tells me my Savior’s near .

     I see Him in red roses

  That bloom along the vine .

I feel Him in the gentle wind

That sweeps the Summer pines .

The sky enfolds me like a glove

        Of magic azure blue ,

And I’m reminded that His love 

     Surrounds me this way , too !

A rolling carpet of green grass

 Backs up this breathless view ,

And I know for me that Heaven

  Will be in colors of this  hue .

As the sun slips slowly out of sight

       In its southerly direction  ,

I want to  whisper , “Please don’t go ,

Don’t end this day’s perfection .”

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Guide me in Your truth and teach

me , for You are God my Savior ,

for You I await all the long day ,

because of Your goodness , Lord

Psalm 25:5

My Love Will Come

Beautiful one, forsake those tears
Which you display to your false fears.
They all shall fall like needless rain
Because your sorrow is in vain.

I have made you, by My design,
A light to emulate and shine;
A priceless gem before My eyes,
So do not heed the world's harsh lies.

Gather them up, give them to Me,
And I will keep you safe and free.
Free of the self-doubt prowling inside,
And safe from the rage of wounded pride.

Oh hear Me now, and do not grieve,
My words are all you should believe.
I am the light, the truth, the way!
Listen, dear one, to what I say:

I have made each morning new,
And I will always be with you;
Your name is written on My heart,
And you are blessed and set apart.

Abide in Me, for I'm in you,
And witness what your Lord will do!
My love will come upon sunrise,
And night will fall on all their lies.

Jan  Bagwell

God  Bless !

I was  being  bully , yes at my age , this is what our Lord gave me . It was not physical  but it was  mentally . I  hope others  will  gain  strength  from it .