All things bright and beautiful
All things bright and beautiful ,
All creatures great and small ,
All things wise and wonderful ,
The Lord God made them all ,
Each little flower that opens ,
Each little bird that sings ,
He made their glowing colors ,
He made their ting wings .
The purple-headed mountain ,
The river running by ,
The sunset , and the morning
That brightens up the sky ,
The cold wind in the winter ,
The pleasant summer sun ,
The ripe fruits in the garden ,
He made them every one .
The tall trees in the greenwood ,
The meadows where we play ,
The rushes by the water ,
We gather every day .
He gave us to see them ,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty ,
Who has made all things well ,
Jan Bagwell
God Bless , my prays are with you all !!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
My Faith
My Faith
I need not worry , I need not fear ;
The Lord my God is very near ,
He holds my hand and makes me glad ;
He wipes my tears when I sad ,
He fills my heart with love and peace ,
And all my troubles begin to cease .
He points his finger to show the way ;
And from this path I will not stray !
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
I need not worry , I need not fear ;
The Lord my God is very near ,
He holds my hand and makes me glad ;
He wipes my tears when I sad ,
He fills my heart with love and peace ,
And all my troubles begin to cease .
He points his finger to show the way ;
And from this path I will not stray !
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Coming Soon
Coming soon !
In the glow of early morning ,
In the solemn hush of night ,
Down from heaven’s open portals ,
Steals a messenger of light ;
Whispering sweetly to my spirit ,
While the hosts of heaven sing !
This the wondrous thrilling story ,
Christ is coming , Christ my King .
Oft me thinks I hear His footsteps ,
Stealing down the paths of time ;
And the future dark with shadows,
Brightens with the hope sublime ,
Sound the soul-inspiring anthem
Angel hosts , your harps attume ;
Earth’s long night is almost over ,
Christ is coming – coming soon .
Long we’ve waited , blest Redeemer ,
Waited for the first bright ray
Of the morn when sin and sorrow
At thy Presence flee away ;
But our vigil’s nearly over ;
Hope of heaven , oh , priceless boon !
In the east the glow appearing .
Christ is coming –coming soon .
Jan Bless
God Bless !!
In the glow of early morning ,
In the solemn hush of night ,
Down from heaven’s open portals ,
Steals a messenger of light ;
Whispering sweetly to my spirit ,
While the hosts of heaven sing !
This the wondrous thrilling story ,
Christ is coming , Christ my King .
Oft me thinks I hear His footsteps ,
Stealing down the paths of time ;
And the future dark with shadows,
Brightens with the hope sublime ,
Sound the soul-inspiring anthem
Angel hosts , your harps attume ;
Earth’s long night is almost over ,
Christ is coming – coming soon .
Long we’ve waited , blest Redeemer ,
Waited for the first bright ray
Of the morn when sin and sorrow
At thy Presence flee away ;
But our vigil’s nearly over ;
Hope of heaven , oh , priceless boon !
In the east the glow appearing .
Christ is coming –coming soon .
Jan Bless
God Bless !!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Where to look ?
Where to look ?
I don’t look back; God knows the fruitless efforts ,
The wasted hours ,the sinning , the regrets;
I leave them all Him who blots the record,
And mercifully and then forgets
I don’t look forward : God sees all the future ,
The road that short or long will lead me home .
And He will face with me its every trail ,
And bear for me the burdens that may come .
I don’t look around me ; then would fears assail me
So dark the turmult of earth’s restless seas .
So dark the world , so filled with woe and evil ,
So vain the hope of comfort or of ease .
I don’t look in , for then am I most wretched ;
Myself has naught on which to stay my trust ,
Nothing I see , save failures and shortcomings ,
And weak endeavors crumbling into dust .
But I look up into the face of Jesus ,
For there my heart can rest , my fears are stilled ;
And there is joy and love and light for darkness ,
And perfect peace , every hope fulfilled .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless all of you !!
I don’t look back; God knows the fruitless efforts ,
The wasted hours ,the sinning , the regrets;
I leave them all Him who blots the record,
And mercifully and then forgets
I don’t look forward : God sees all the future ,
The road that short or long will lead me home .
And He will face with me its every trail ,
And bear for me the burdens that may come .
I don’t look around me ; then would fears assail me
So dark the turmult of earth’s restless seas .
So dark the world , so filled with woe and evil ,
So vain the hope of comfort or of ease .
I don’t look in , for then am I most wretched ;
Myself has naught on which to stay my trust ,
Nothing I see , save failures and shortcomings ,
And weak endeavors crumbling into dust .
But I look up into the face of Jesus ,
For there my heart can rest , my fears are stilled ;
And there is joy and love and light for darkness ,
And perfect peace , every hope fulfilled .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless all of you !!
Monday, January 25, 2010
Words of Comfort
Words of Comfort
Sometimes we get to thinking that
No matter how we try ,
Things just don’t seem to work out ,
For the likes of you and I.
We start to feeling sorry
For ourselves before we’re through ,
Afraid somebody else might get
What is our rightful due .
It takes a lot of sacrifice ,
Before we earn a crown .
To get our full attention , God
Ust sometimes knock us down .
And though He never promised ,
The sun without the rain ,
Every single time we fall ,
He picks us up again !
Jan Bagwell
Blessed be God who comforts us in all our trails .
2 Cor. 1:3,4
Sometimes we get to thinking that
No matter how we try ,
Things just don’t seem to work out ,
For the likes of you and I.
We start to feeling sorry
For ourselves before we’re through ,
Afraid somebody else might get
What is our rightful due .
It takes a lot of sacrifice ,
Before we earn a crown .
To get our full attention , God
Ust sometimes knock us down .
And though He never promised ,
The sun without the rain ,
Every single time we fall ,
He picks us up again !
Jan Bagwell
Blessed be God who comforts us in all our trails .
2 Cor. 1:3,4
Friday, January 22, 2010
God is Looking
"The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him" (2 Chron. 16:9).
God is looking for a man, or woman, whose heart will be always set on Him, and who will trust Him for all He desires to do. God is eager to work more mightily now than He ever has through any soul. The clock of the centuries points to the eleventh hour.
"The world is waiting yet to see what God can do through a consecrated soul." Not the world alone, but God Himself is waiting for one, who will be more fully devoted to Him than any who have ever lived; who will be willing to be nothing that Christ may be all; who will grasp God's own purposes; and taking His humility and His faith, His love and His power, will, without hindering, continue to let God do exploits.
"There is no limit to what God can do with a man, providing he will not touch the glory."
In an address given to ministers and workers after his ninetieth birthday, George Mueller spoke thus of himself: "I was converted in November, 1825, but I only came into the full surrender of the heart four years later, in July, 1829. The love of money was gone, the love of place was gone, the love of position was gone, the love of worldly pleasures and engagements was gone. God, God alone became my portion. I found my all in Him; I wanted nothing else. And by the grace of God this has remained, and has made me a happy man, an exceedingly happy man, and it led me to care only about the things of God. I ask affectionately, my beloved brethren, have you fully surrendered the heart to God, or is there this thing or that thing with which you are taken up irrespective of God? I read a little of the Scriptures before, but preferred other books; but since that time the revelation He has made of Himself has become unspeakably blessed to me, and I can say from my heart, God is an infinitely lovely Being. Oh, be not satisfied until in your own inmost soul you can say, God is an infinitely lovely Being!' I pray to God this day to make me an extraordinary Christian.
Jan bagwell
God Bless
"The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him" (2 Chron. 16:9).
God is looking for a man, or woman, whose heart will be always set on Him, and who will trust Him for all He desires to do. God is eager to work more mightily now than He ever has through any soul. The clock of the centuries points to the eleventh hour.
"The world is waiting yet to see what God can do through a consecrated soul." Not the world alone, but God Himself is waiting for one, who will be more fully devoted to Him than any who have ever lived; who will be willing to be nothing that Christ may be all; who will grasp God's own purposes; and taking His humility and His faith, His love and His power, will, without hindering, continue to let God do exploits.
"There is no limit to what God can do with a man, providing he will not touch the glory."
In an address given to ministers and workers after his ninetieth birthday, George Mueller spoke thus of himself: "I was converted in November, 1825, but I only came into the full surrender of the heart four years later, in July, 1829. The love of money was gone, the love of place was gone, the love of position was gone, the love of worldly pleasures and engagements was gone. God, God alone became my portion. I found my all in Him; I wanted nothing else. And by the grace of God this has remained, and has made me a happy man, an exceedingly happy man, and it led me to care only about the things of God. I ask affectionately, my beloved brethren, have you fully surrendered the heart to God, or is there this thing or that thing with which you are taken up irrespective of God? I read a little of the Scriptures before, but preferred other books; but since that time the revelation He has made of Himself has become unspeakably blessed to me, and I can say from my heart, God is an infinitely lovely Being. Oh, be not satisfied until in your own inmost soul you can say, God is an infinitely lovely Being!' I pray to God this day to make me an extraordinary Christian.
Jan bagwell
God Bless
Thursday, January 21, 2010
A hope for Haiti
A Hope for Haiti
"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me." - Matthew 25:40
What is your first reaction to tragedy on the TV?
Fear?
Concern?
Shock?
How about your second reaction to tragedy on TV: Sadness? Turning away? Thankfulness that it's not you?
Maybe even that learned apathy?
When those familiar images of death and destruction flash across the TV, I find my own self-centeredness blocking the picture. We live in a society that has brought close the deaths of those far away, while the LCD screen shields us from the pain behind the images. I want to know what faces those who are hurting, but on my own terms.
One of the most telling reactions to Haiti's devastation came to me over the radio, when a reporter was trying to describe the scene before his eyes. This veteran journalist was watching a little girl whose lips were shivering from cold and trauma. Every other moment he would stop to take a deep breath and steady himself before going on. Finally, however, the sight before him was too much, and the reporter's voice broke as he cut the interview short.
Later that day, people wrote and called in their responses, some of them berating the reporter for not maintaining a professional distance and impartial tone. I have yet to report a tragedy like that firsthand, but I was appalled at those demanding an "impartial tone" from a man staring at a hurting child. Journalism certainly deserves to be called out for sensationalized reporting at times, but only because that distorts the true picture. At its best, journalism pieces together truth we might otherwise miss. In this case, it was easier to miss the truth than hear something so heartbreaking.
It's so much easier to debate Haiti's "curse" than it is to face thousands of hurting faces. To say the homeless guy on the corner will spend the $5 on drugs and alcohol than to acknowledge that he has no place to sleep tonight. To distract ourselves into self-absorption again.
Jesus' own example encourages us to weep with those who weep, even though we know something better is on the other side (John 11:35). Part of redemption comes from acknowledging that "all creation groans" until Christ's return (Romans 8:22). And isn't part of denying ourselves looking to our brothers and sisters in need? The faces of Haiti show us who and where we could be but for God's mysterious grace. That's a grace that should humble us deeply, and shake us out of our distraction.
Intersecting Faith & Life: I don't know how God is calling you to respond to last week's earthquake in Haiti. Maybe it's through giving, maybe through prayer, maybe through a long-term sponsorship of a child, maybe in weeping for a fellow human being. But I do know the mandate of "doing for the least of these" means I'm not allowed to insulate myself against human suffering. Join me this week in praying, supporting, and weeping for our brothers and sisters in Haiti. And let's be ready to rejoice with them at the promise of resurrection.
Jan Bagwell
"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me." - Matthew 25:40
What is your first reaction to tragedy on the TV?
Fear?
Concern?
Shock?
How about your second reaction to tragedy on TV: Sadness? Turning away? Thankfulness that it's not you?
Maybe even that learned apathy?
When those familiar images of death and destruction flash across the TV, I find my own self-centeredness blocking the picture. We live in a society that has brought close the deaths of those far away, while the LCD screen shields us from the pain behind the images. I want to know what faces those who are hurting, but on my own terms.
One of the most telling reactions to Haiti's devastation came to me over the radio, when a reporter was trying to describe the scene before his eyes. This veteran journalist was watching a little girl whose lips were shivering from cold and trauma. Every other moment he would stop to take a deep breath and steady himself before going on. Finally, however, the sight before him was too much, and the reporter's voice broke as he cut the interview short.
Later that day, people wrote and called in their responses, some of them berating the reporter for not maintaining a professional distance and impartial tone. I have yet to report a tragedy like that firsthand, but I was appalled at those demanding an "impartial tone" from a man staring at a hurting child. Journalism certainly deserves to be called out for sensationalized reporting at times, but only because that distorts the true picture. At its best, journalism pieces together truth we might otherwise miss. In this case, it was easier to miss the truth than hear something so heartbreaking.
It's so much easier to debate Haiti's "curse" than it is to face thousands of hurting faces. To say the homeless guy on the corner will spend the $5 on drugs and alcohol than to acknowledge that he has no place to sleep tonight. To distract ourselves into self-absorption again.
Jesus' own example encourages us to weep with those who weep, even though we know something better is on the other side (John 11:35). Part of redemption comes from acknowledging that "all creation groans" until Christ's return (Romans 8:22). And isn't part of denying ourselves looking to our brothers and sisters in need? The faces of Haiti show us who and where we could be but for God's mysterious grace. That's a grace that should humble us deeply, and shake us out of our distraction.
Intersecting Faith & Life: I don't know how God is calling you to respond to last week's earthquake in Haiti. Maybe it's through giving, maybe through prayer, maybe through a long-term sponsorship of a child, maybe in weeping for a fellow human being. But I do know the mandate of "doing for the least of these" means I'm not allowed to insulate myself against human suffering. Join me this week in praying, supporting, and weeping for our brothers and sisters in Haiti. And let's be ready to rejoice with them at the promise of resurrection.
Jan Bagwell
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