To See My Savior's Face

I looked through photo albums,
And memories flooded my heart.
Seeing many departed loved ones
Really made my teardrops start.

I looked through my Bible
And then read John fourteen.
My glad heart filled with joy
As I began to picture that scene.

Someday my God will call me
To that great Heavenly home.
Then I will see those loved ones,
And nevermore will I roam.

My greatest desire when arriving
In that glorious, beautiful place
Will be to meet my precious Savior
And to look upon His dear face.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Running to Dad

You can run to your Father no matter what
Covered in sin, encrusted with smut
You haven't done anything He hasn't seen
And only His touch washes you clean
You can hide in a corner and bury your head
But shame like a jam will eventually spread
Slipping into your night, devouring your day
Like a child in mud, and fingerprint play
At first it feels good, and it all seems so right
When playing in darkness we turn out the light
Dancing in shadows and trying to find
Our purpose in life though traveling blind

The mountains are steep, the valleys are low
Wrapped in such recklessness from head to toe
Trying to climb it all on our own
But no one was made to do it alone
Yet still we continue to do our own thing
Holding on to a branch in desperate cling
All the while falling on the edge of a cliff
Where the stench of our sin leaves a terrible sniff
Hovering over, the portals of Hell
Dying of thirst with no wishing well
How foolish the child who tries to enact
The ways of his folly, so deeply intact

Run to your Dad, go ahead He's still there
He's already heard each heart wrenching prayer
His pockets are full of mercy and love
His compassion and grace fit just like a glove
He sees you in the distance, His heart just can't wait
To wrap His arms around you and wipe off the slate
That has kept you in a prison of sorrow and shame
Only the Father can call you by name
There is no one on earth who completely understands
And once you are there in the palm of His hands
Your Father in Heaven will never let go
There is peace in the presence of Your Daddy's glow.....

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Heaven they say!

Heaven they say is the place to be
Up in the skies all I can see
are abstract clouds of glorious seas

Heaven they say is a promised dream
An unseen paradise to me it seems
Which we see only in our dreams

Heaven they say is home
Every inch of it I wish to roam

Heaven they say is the promised land
For the righteous if you understand

Heaven they say is forever
It is forever and after and not never

But I say!
Heaven is the ultimate reward
From the Almighty Lord

Jan Bagwell

God  Bless !

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 Bagwell

God  Bless !

Refine Me, Lord

Refine me, Lord,
purify me through and through.
Remove all my imperfections,
until I see only You.

Refine me, Lord,
until I am good as gold.
Take away all my insecurities,
and make me someone bold.

Refine me, Lord,
filter all my disbelieving out.
Reduce in me my hesitations,
until I no longer have a doubt.

Refine me, Lord,
cleanse me from my infirmities.
Hone in me Your strength,
and take from me my frailties.

Refine me, Lord,
purge the old man that lives inside.
Expose to me all my wickedness,
until I have nothing left to hide.

Refine, me Lord,
test me in Your truth and way.
Perfect in me a faultless heart,
and teach me not to stray.

Refine, me Lord,
purify Your love deep in me.
Polish joy into my very soul,
until Your image is all I see. 

Jan  Bagwell 

God Bless 

Zechariah 13: 9

Praise God For Springtime

Trees are adorned with green leaves.
The grass has turned green too.
Flowers are in bloom everywhere,
And I would like to pick a few.

Pretty pink and rosy red azaleas
Line my neighbor's cement walkway.
Blooms of beautiful Easter lilies
Greet me throughout the day.

God gives us different seasons
To enjoy His wondrous works of art.
With the beauty of the springtime,
He can gladden everyone's heart.

God teaches lessons through nature
As He reigns from His throne above.
He uses changes in the seasons
To show His power and wondrous love.

Springtime is a happy, joyous time
Of resurrection and of new birth
As seeds germinate and live again
And new growth springs from the earth.

Also during everyone's lifetime,
Each one needs to have a new birth.
We need to trust Jesus as our Savior
Before we leave this old earth.

Jan  Bagwell

God Bless !

Please pray for Billy Phillips  Sister

Thank You, Veterans

As Christians in America,
We put God number one.
He so loved the world
That He sent His only Son.

Christians love America,
And for our nation we pray
That God will give us mercy.
Some pray this every day.

Many veterans live among us.
Part of their lives they gave,
Serving these United States.
Freedom, they wanted to save.

Thank you, honored veterans,
For serving our great nation.
We know it was not easy,
Moving from station to station.

Some of you dear veterans
Fought for our great land.
You risked your life to go,
And for freedom took a stand!

We must not ever forget
Those who gave their lives,
Fighting for our country,
Leaving parents, kids, and wives.

Thank you, dear veterans.
On Veteran's Day, we honor you.
You served this nation well.
For it, you stood so true.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Please Pray  for Billy Phillips sister