Using Our Gifts

Lord, to all you have given,
gifts to which You’ve entrust
so many diverse talents
You have given each of us.

You have endowed us all,
with spiritual abilities
so many of us are blessed
with unique qualities.

You awarded each one,
with their own personality
so together we can be one
regardless of our speciality.

We all have the capability,
but, sadly not the desire
to use our gifts and talents
to enlighten and inspire.

But, if we were all to choose,
to use the gifts given us
just think how many more . . .
in You, would place their trust!

Jan Bagwell

God Bless

! Peter 4 : 10

10 Each one should use whatever gift

 he has received to serve others, faithfully administering

 God's grace in its various forms.

Hold to the Hand That Holds Us

Hold to the Hand That Holds Us

Hold to the hand that holds the sand that trickles through time’s glass
The Keeper of His promises knows what will come to pass
Then should the fight be hard and night reach far into the day
Still, hold the hand that holds us in each untold come-what-may

Hold to the hand that holds the land and sea in folds of blue
He parts the waters of the deep so that we may pass through
And should the way that he allows seem foreign to our want
Still, hold the hand that holds us close where fear and worry taunt

Hold to the hand that will not fail though oft it seems, we must
Yet, if we never failed then would we ever truly trust?
His hands are rich with mercy, granting courage for this strife
Hold to the hand that holds us in the gray and gold of life

Hold to the hand that holds the plans for every one of us
And wore the nails and bore the cross for our sin; Jesus
Hold to His hand, He understands what we can never know
Hold to the hand that holds us near and never lets us go

Jan Bagw3ell

God Bless ! 

Please pray for  Hazel Bagwell and Irene Patton

New Mercies

New Mercies
New mercies each day,
fall from heaven above
sprinkles of eternal hope
raindrops of God’s love.

Showers of grace upon us,
from the skies they descend
with promises one day . . .
to heaven, we will ascend.
New mercies each day,
to replenish and restore
grace today sufficient
tomorrow, will rain more.
In our weaknesses,
new mercies God sends
to heal and to comfort
to repair and to mend.
New mercies each day,
from heaven they flood
washing our sins clean
in Jesus’ precious blood.
When to God we confess,
the disease of our sin
new mercies He sends
to cleanse us within.
New mercies each day,
God’s love showers on us
great is His faithfulness
to those who do trust!
Jan Bagwell
God Bless 

If only I could touch the hem of His garment

For many years I have sought to be healed.
Paid doctors’ fees and to the priests appealed
But alas all my efforts were in vain
And I did not think I’d get well again.

I’d love to touch the hem of His garment
It will only take the briefest moment.
With this crowd of people no-one would see
Just one touch would be enough to heal me.

The people were jostling around so much
so there, unnoticed I reached out to touch.
Then it happened. I felt the healing stream
enter me, fulfilling my wildest dream.

I had reached out in faith and touched the Lord
There was no need to speak or say a word
For even in the crowded street that day
Jesus had healed me when He passed my way

I praise My God and of His Glory sing
He’s my Saviour and my Lord and King
True healing of body happened to me.
When I came to Jesus He set me free.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless

Matthew 9:20-22 ²⁰ And behold, a woman who had suffered from a discharge of blood for twelve years came up behind him and touched the fringe of his garment, ²¹ for she said to herself, “If I only touch his garment, I will be made well.” ²² Jesus turned, and seeing her he said, “Take heart, daughter; your faith has made you well.” And instantly^[a] the woman was made well.

Where would I be without the cross?

I went to the cross again in despair
and knelt down at the feet of Jesus there.
“It is me, dear Lord and I've come once more.”
(For I had been there many times before!)

“I know my child,” Jesus then said to me,
“But I am so glad that you've come to Me.
My love for you is unconditional
and I will always hear you when you call.”

“My Lord,” I said, “How ever can this be
that you should show such wondrous love to me.
For I am always weak and prone to sin
and I am feeling so dreadful within.”

Then Jesus said, “My child, Look upon Me.”
So I gazed into His eyes and could see
that the love of God was shining inside
as He hung there with His arms opened wide.

“My love is poured out for everyone
who comes before Me just like you have done.
“For there could be no other way for Me
to forgive you and then to set you free.”

“My Lord, my God,” my soul cried out in shame
as the tears flooded from my eyes again
“Such wondrous love is undeserved by me
for I was born of clay and misery.”

Where would I ever be without the cross?
All weighed down with my load of sin and dross
and left struggling against unnumbered foes.
Without my Saviour’s love and full of woes

Praise God for the cross of Jesus Christ
For His love and wonderful sacrifice
For the victory that that my Lord has won
For the new life that I have now begun

Jan Bagwell

God Bless

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 !