My Days Are Numbered

My days they are numbered,
I don’t know how many remain
but one thing I know for sure . . .
to reach the goal, I must strain.

There are just so many hours,
God gives me each new day
and every minute counts . . .
as I travel the narrow way.

I can’t rest for a second,
I must keep on, pressing on
for I will never know when . . .
my time here will be gone.

There’s tons for me to do,
and my talents I must use
for what God has given me . . .
I mustn’t mistreat or abuse.

The minutes they tick quickly,
the seconds, oh how they do fly
and I must use them wisely . . .
before I say my final goodbye!
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Jeremiah 10:6

"Forasmuch as there is none
like unto thee, O Lord;
thou art great, and thy name
is great in might."

Psalm 90:12

“So teach us to number our days,
that we may apply our hearts
unto wisdom.”

Old Hometown Church

There's something that perplexes me
as I, my mem'ries, search,
right here among familiar pews
in my old hometown church.

It's been so many decades now
since I have been around.
Those many years have faded fast
with oh, so little sound.

I sit a-spell and reminisce
in silence that remains,
from walnut pulpit up in front
to stained glass window panes.

The cross behind the pulpit hints
a show of halo's glow.
It seems to be inviting me.
There's much I still don't know.

My eyes drop down in front of me
upon a hymnal book.
I hesitate and ponder some
before I take a look.

Those tunes and words come quickly as
my sorry psyche swims
to words of His "Amazing Grace"
and more familiar hymns.

Familiar are both floor and walls.
Familiar are the lights.
Reflecting back to faces though,
my deepened grief ignites.

So many friends I cannot see.
They've moved or passed away.
No, time and change are not my friends!
How did I go astray?

How many times can God convict
me of my wicked ways?
How many times did I pretend
and did not give God praise?

I crave and plead that time turns back.
It rips my insides out!
It makes me blame somebody else.
It makes me want to shout.

There's something deep down in my gut
that I can't sanitize.
Confession comes, repentance looms
with something in my eyes...

As I stare squarely at myself -
and you know how it goes -
the lightning strikes and thunder roars
as levee overflows.,,

But lonely tears are wiped away,
for love will always be,
as grace holds all of Heaven up
throughout eternity.

My long, sad tears dry from my cheeks
as I, my mem'ries, search,
right here among familiar pews
in my old hometown church.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless

If Today I Met Jesus

If today I were to meet Jesus,
and my life here came to an end
I would be so excited
to finally meet my eternal Friend.

I would run up to Him,
and look into His face
I would be so very thankful
for His endless supply of grace.

I would drop down to my knees,
and worship my everlasting King
I would shout hallelujah
and my praises I would sing.

I would leap and jump with joy,
as soon as my feet hit the floor
I would be forever grateful
He opened to me heaven's door.

If today I were to meet Jesus,
and I were to see my eternal Friend
I know that I would be in paradise
and my bliss would never end.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-17
King James Version

"For the Lord himself shall descend from
heaven with a shout, with the voice of
the archangel, and with the trump of
God: and the dead in Christ shall rise
first:

Then we which are alive and remain
shall be caught up together with them
in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the
air: and so shall we ever be with the
Lord."
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !

YOUR LOVE

Yes! Men may love or love us not
Or they may even called us knot
But your love we feel deep in our gut
Or if wrong, help us be just
In thy humble throne by any cost
With a lot of willingness and a must
To seek you only when am lost
With heartfelt love to give my trust
To you our king, Saviour and Judge
Giving us grace like icy-frost
And love so rich that dwell in us
To take your glory as my lust
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
How much more, then, will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living God!
Hebrews 9:14(NIV)

Jesus Knows Your Pain

Jesus knows your pain,
He understands your grief
He knows that only His love
can bring your heart relief.

He recognizes your sorrow,
He sees the spiteful sting
and the grace He has for you
in your life, He wants to bring.

He's aware of your rejection,
He hears others put you down
and His favor and His mercy
will be your victory crown.

He identifies with your hurt,
the tenderness of your ache
and He will bring you comfort
that no man could ever break.

For He too ~ was rejected,
His life others gladly discarded
and He knows the agony inflected
when your cry is disregarded.

Jesus knows your pain,
He wants to give you relief
so He died to put an end to
your sorrow and your grief.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless 
Isaiah 53:3
King James Version

"He is despised and rejected of men;
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with
grief: and we hid as it were our faces
from him; he was despised, and we
esteemed him not."

Hand Molded

Hand molded,
each little curve
made with love
so God we can serve.

Formed out of clay,
a vessel to be used
in our hearts . . .
God's Spirit was fused.

God is the Potter,
Christ is the mold
and His ways . . .
we're to keep and hold.

Sometimes we crack,
under the pressure
but God will restore
for we're His treasure.

Hand molded,
grace's transformation
renewed in His love
by His sanctification.
Isaiah 64:8
King James Version

"But now, O Lord, thou art our father;
we are the clay, and thou our potter;
and we all are the work of thy hand."
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !

The Moment

In the Moment
Content in Thee
You give joy
Full and free
Outside myself
You allow me to live
There for others
Able to give
Jesus, it's in You
I seek Your face
To walk in Your likeness
To run this race
Father I praise You
I exalt Your name
Thank You for guidance
Your loving grace
I need You Lord Jesus
It's awesome to know
You are there
You won't let go
Again I thank You
And humbly ask
For strength and boldness
Your will be done
Help me in obedience
Balance my ways
Grow me in You Lord
All of my days
In Jesus' name, Amen
Jan Bagwell
God Bless