Keep on Keeping on
If the day looks rather gloomy ,
And your chances rather slim ,
If the situation’s puzzling
And the prospect’s very grim ,
If perplexities keep pressing
Till hope is nearly gone ,
Just bristle up and grit your teeth
And keep on keeping on .
Forgetting never wins a fight
And fuming never pays ;
There is no use in brooding
In these pessimistic ways ;
Just smile bravely and cheerfully
Though hope is nearly gone ,
And bristle up and grit your teeth
And keep on keeping on
There is no use in growling .
And grumbling all the time,
When music’s ringing everywhere
And everything’s a rhyme ;
Just keep on smiling cheerfully
If hope is nearly gone
And keep on keeping on !
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Keep on Keeping on
If the day looks rather gloomy ,
And your chances rather slim ,
If the situation’s puzzling
And the prospect’s very grim ,
If perplexities keep pressing
Till hope is nearly gone ,
Just bristle up and grit your teeth
And keep on keeping on .
Forgetting never wins a fight
And fuming never pays ;
There is no use in brooding
In these pessimistic ways ;
Just smile bravely and cheerfully
Though hope is nearly gone ,
And bristle up and grit your teeth
And keep on keeping on
There is no use in growling .
And grumbling all the time,
When music’s ringing everywhere
And everything’s a rhyme ;
Just keep on smiling cheerfully
If hope is nearly gone
And keep on keeping on !
Friday, April 1, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Lord , Show Me How
Lord , Show Me How !
If I can right a human wrong ,
If I can help to make one strong ,
If I can cheer with smile or song –
Lord , show me how .
If I can sow a fruitful seed ,
If I can help somwone in need ,
If I can do a kind deed ,-
Lord , show me how .
If I can feed a hungry heart ,
If I can make a better start ,
If I can fill a nobler part-
Lord , show me how .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Be still and know he is God !
If I can right a human wrong ,
If I can help to make one strong ,
If I can cheer with smile or song –
Lord , show me how .
If I can sow a fruitful seed ,
If I can help somwone in need ,
If I can do a kind deed ,-
Lord , show me how .
If I can feed a hungry heart ,
If I can make a better start ,
If I can fill a nobler part-
Lord , show me how .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Be still and know he is God !
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Come Summertime
Come Summertime
My country friend , I’m thinking of you now
As Spring is brightly bursting on the bough ,
And wishing I could be with you somehow
To stroll down lilac lanes that we once knew .
In our fair city , we have daffodils ,
But ah , I miss God’s lush green , rolling hills ,
And ivy twining to the windowsills
That brought such pleasure when I was a child .
I long for country roads that slowly wend
To lilting streams that lie around the bend –
And peaceful places where a heart can mend –
Like meadows all aglow with buttercups .
For now , my friend , I’ll bid a fond adieu ,
Then pray that God will bless our rendezvous ;
So plant an extra sunflower or two ,
Cause I’ll be country-bound come Summertime!
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
I hope you enjoy my poem .
My country friend , I’m thinking of you now
As Spring is brightly bursting on the bough ,
And wishing I could be with you somehow
To stroll down lilac lanes that we once knew .
In our fair city , we have daffodils ,
But ah , I miss God’s lush green , rolling hills ,
And ivy twining to the windowsills
That brought such pleasure when I was a child .
I long for country roads that slowly wend
To lilting streams that lie around the bend –
And peaceful places where a heart can mend –
Like meadows all aglow with buttercups .
For now , my friend , I’ll bid a fond adieu ,
Then pray that God will bless our rendezvous ;
So plant an extra sunflower or two ,
Cause I’ll be country-bound come Summertime!
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
I hope you enjoy my poem .
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
You Tell Me I Am Getting Old
You Tell Me I Am Getting Old
You tell me I am getting old ,
I tell you that’s not so !
The “ House “ I live in is worn out .
And that ,of course , I know .
It’s been in use a long ,long while ;
It’s weathered many a gale ;
I’m really not surprised you think it’s
Getting somewhat frail .
The color changing on the roof ,
The window getting dim ,
The walls a bit transparent and
Looking rather thin .
The foundation not so steady as
Once it used to be –
My “ house “ is getting shaky ,but my
“House” isn’t ME!
My few short years can’t make me old .
I feel I’m in my youth .
Eternity lies just ahead , a life of
Joy and truth .
I’m going to live forever ,there ;
Life will go on –it’s grand !
You tell me I am getting old .
You just don’t understand .
The dweller in my little “ House “
Is young and bright and gay ;
Just starting on a life to last
Throughout eternal day .
You only see the outside , which is
All that most folks see .
You tell me I am getting old .
You’ve mixed my house with ME !
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
You tell me I am getting old ,
I tell you that’s not so !
The “ House “ I live in is worn out .
And that ,of course , I know .
It’s been in use a long ,long while ;
It’s weathered many a gale ;
I’m really not surprised you think it’s
Getting somewhat frail .
The color changing on the roof ,
The window getting dim ,
The walls a bit transparent and
Looking rather thin .
The foundation not so steady as
Once it used to be –
My “ house “ is getting shaky ,but my
“House” isn’t ME!
My few short years can’t make me old .
I feel I’m in my youth .
Eternity lies just ahead , a life of
Joy and truth .
I’m going to live forever ,there ;
Life will go on –it’s grand !
You tell me I am getting old .
You just don’t understand .
The dweller in my little “ House “
Is young and bright and gay ;
Just starting on a life to last
Throughout eternal day .
You only see the outside , which is
All that most folks see .
You tell me I am getting old .
You’ve mixed my house with ME !
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Monday, March 28, 2011
We'll All Be Togather Again
We’ll All Be Together Again
When dear ones have left us
to journey afar
O’er mountain or prairies or sea ,
Our thoughts travel often where
the loving ones are
And lonely we often must be .
Be sweet is the thought of the
home coming time
To women and children and men ;
It rings ,like the bells , with a musical
chime ;
We’ll all be together again !
When sickness and trouble break into
our lives ,
When cares throng in manifold ways ,
When many a wearisome burden contrives
To mar the sweet peace of our days ,
When lives have been sundered by
death’s cruel hand ,
When dear ones no more have our care
All happy and safe in the beautiful
land;
So safe , no more needing our prayer
Oh , blessed the thoughts of the meeting
once more
Beyond all the sorrow and pain :
Where nothing is wrong on the
heavenly shore
And we’ll all be together again !
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Last week was a bad week for me and my family. But now by mother doing a lot better . I was very sick . But I just like to Praise God , he always there to see us though . As sick I as was , I could just feel the loving hands of my Lord and Savior . My brothers and sisters in Christ , I just don’t know what I would do without my Lord and the fellowship of you all . Thank you for your Prayers !
Brother Bill Garner die Friday night , THE SERVICES WILL BE MONDAY MORNING AT 11 AT THE CHURCH ACROSS FROM HARDEES AT CHESNEE WHICH IS ON HWY 221, . Bill was a good friend to all who knew him.
When dear ones have left us
to journey afar
O’er mountain or prairies or sea ,
Our thoughts travel often where
the loving ones are
And lonely we often must be .
Be sweet is the thought of the
home coming time
To women and children and men ;
It rings ,like the bells , with a musical
chime ;
We’ll all be together again !
When sickness and trouble break into
our lives ,
When cares throng in manifold ways ,
When many a wearisome burden contrives
To mar the sweet peace of our days ,
When lives have been sundered by
death’s cruel hand ,
When dear ones no more have our care
All happy and safe in the beautiful
land;
So safe , no more needing our prayer
Oh , blessed the thoughts of the meeting
once more
Beyond all the sorrow and pain :
Where nothing is wrong on the
heavenly shore
And we’ll all be together again !
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Last week was a bad week for me and my family. But now by mother doing a lot better . I was very sick . But I just like to Praise God , he always there to see us though . As sick I as was , I could just feel the loving hands of my Lord and Savior . My brothers and sisters in Christ , I just don’t know what I would do without my Lord and the fellowship of you all . Thank you for your Prayers !
Brother Bill Garner die Friday night , THE SERVICES WILL BE MONDAY MORNING AT 11 AT THE CHURCH ACROSS FROM HARDEES AT CHESNEE WHICH IS ON HWY 221, . Bill was a good friend to all who knew him.
Friday, March 25, 2011
The Power of Touch
The Power of Touch
I worked as a medical/surgical nurse at a busy hospital and was
young in years and experience when this happened.
I had a patient to care for on my night shift along with eight
others. This particular patient did not talk, move or even give
me eye response when I was speaking to her.
She was alone; no family. She was a DNR (do not resuscitate),
no heroic measures for her, just let her be.
She was on the telemonitor, which watches what the heart is
doing, rate, rhythm, etc.
After I did my initial assessment (like a physical exam), I
repositioned her, placed pillows at the areas known to have
skin breakdown (any bony prominence) and tried to make her
more comfortable. Then I went to speak to the nurse watching
the telemonitor for the shift so I could find out her rhythm,
etc. to put in my nurse's notes.
I was shocked when she pointed to the screen that displayed my
patient, "This is what a dying heart looks like."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She didn't look to be in
any distress when I was just with her. I asked a few questions
then quickly went back to the patient. Still no change.
As the evening went on, I got patients admitted from the emergency
room and things got very busy. I had to make time to check on my
"special" lady.
Every four hours I like to check vital signs if someone is in
this state. I took them again; pulse rate and blood pressure
were lower. I was standing at the bedside and could talk to the
telemonitor nurse over the intercom in the room. I asked her if
there has been any change.
"The heart rate is 60 and dropping." While I was checking blood
pressure and breathing rate, suddenly there were two other
nurses and several nurses aid's in the room. Since she was DNR,
there was absolutely nothing we could do.
The other members stood and watched as the voice over the
intercom said, "Heart rate is 50 and dropping." Her respiratory
rate dropped from the normal 20 a minute to 15 then 10.
She was going.
I stood there feeling completely helpless. I must do something.
The only thing to do was pray.
"Heart rate is 40."
I prayed silently and looked around the room. Everyone was just
standing, watching, with their hands clasped in front of them.
She was not struggling, but lying peacefully with her hands across
her chest, rising slower and slower as her breaths decreased.
Speaking to the intercom I said, "Her breathing is 5."
Of course I am touching her while checking blood pressure but it
is not the same as "touching" her.
After a moment her breathing stopped completely.
The feeling of helplessness came forward again.
My mind told me, as many people who are in this room we can't
do anything to help her, but I can touch her and let her know
she is not alone.
I placed my left hand across her hands lying on her chest.
Immediately, she took in a long, hard very deep breath.
The other people in the room looked at each other, then me, then
the patient.
"She's breathing again!
What's her heart rate?" I was shouting to the intercom.
"She's back up to 60, what did you do?" came the booming voice
from the speaker.
"I'll tell you in a minute, let me check a blood pressure."
It was low but far from dead. Her breathing got stronger and
more like normal. She did not die that night, Thank God.
The last I heard she had made a full recovery and was discharged
from the hospital. She was gone when I came back to work a
couple of days later.
Don't deny the healing powers of touch; I never will.
By Kim Ellenburg, North Richland Hills, Tenn
Thank you for this letter. I believe it to be a real life story.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
I worked as a medical/surgical nurse at a busy hospital and was
young in years and experience when this happened.
I had a patient to care for on my night shift along with eight
others. This particular patient did not talk, move or even give
me eye response when I was speaking to her.
She was alone; no family. She was a DNR (do not resuscitate),
no heroic measures for her, just let her be.
She was on the telemonitor, which watches what the heart is
doing, rate, rhythm, etc.
After I did my initial assessment (like a physical exam), I
repositioned her, placed pillows at the areas known to have
skin breakdown (any bony prominence) and tried to make her
more comfortable. Then I went to speak to the nurse watching
the telemonitor for the shift so I could find out her rhythm,
etc. to put in my nurse's notes.
I was shocked when she pointed to the screen that displayed my
patient, "This is what a dying heart looks like."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She didn't look to be in
any distress when I was just with her. I asked a few questions
then quickly went back to the patient. Still no change.
As the evening went on, I got patients admitted from the emergency
room and things got very busy. I had to make time to check on my
"special" lady.
Every four hours I like to check vital signs if someone is in
this state. I took them again; pulse rate and blood pressure
were lower. I was standing at the bedside and could talk to the
telemonitor nurse over the intercom in the room. I asked her if
there has been any change.
"The heart rate is 60 and dropping." While I was checking blood
pressure and breathing rate, suddenly there were two other
nurses and several nurses aid's in the room. Since she was DNR,
there was absolutely nothing we could do.
The other members stood and watched as the voice over the
intercom said, "Heart rate is 50 and dropping." Her respiratory
rate dropped from the normal 20 a minute to 15 then 10.
She was going.
I stood there feeling completely helpless. I must do something.
The only thing to do was pray.
"Heart rate is 40."
I prayed silently and looked around the room. Everyone was just
standing, watching, with their hands clasped in front of them.
She was not struggling, but lying peacefully with her hands across
her chest, rising slower and slower as her breaths decreased.
Speaking to the intercom I said, "Her breathing is 5."
Of course I am touching her while checking blood pressure but it
is not the same as "touching" her.
After a moment her breathing stopped completely.
The feeling of helplessness came forward again.
My mind told me, as many people who are in this room we can't
do anything to help her, but I can touch her and let her know
she is not alone.
I placed my left hand across her hands lying on her chest.
Immediately, she took in a long, hard very deep breath.
The other people in the room looked at each other, then me, then
the patient.
"She's breathing again!
What's her heart rate?" I was shouting to the intercom.
"She's back up to 60, what did you do?" came the booming voice
from the speaker.
"I'll tell you in a minute, let me check a blood pressure."
It was low but far from dead. Her breathing got stronger and
more like normal. She did not die that night, Thank God.
The last I heard she had made a full recovery and was discharged
from the hospital. She was gone when I came back to work a
couple of days later.
Don't deny the healing powers of touch; I never will.
By Kim Ellenburg, North Richland Hills, Tenn
Thank you for this letter. I believe it to be a real life story.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Thursday, March 24, 2011
We are doing well
We Are Doing Well
I am writing in response to the joke issue called “Success.”
I once heard a preacher from Malawi. His sermon had a very
simple message, but one that struck a chord in my life. I would
like to share this with you.
He said that when he was in Europe or in the United States, he
noticed that people said “I’m great” (meaning I am doing well,
things are great for me), therefore everything around me is
great.
He said that in Africa, this is not what people say. In Africa,
they say, “We are all doing well, therefore I am great.”
I am not gifted with words in the same way he was, but I agree
that it is only when we work together as a community that we are
able to be the people that we are truly meant to be. That is
when we are really great; because the light of Christ is alive
and glowing in us.
This is the kind of success that I want.
How about you?
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Thank God for the healing of me and my mother . And thanks to my brothers and sisters in Christ who send up many prayer for us . I am a very rich man to have so many friends that pray for me . God Bless all of you !
I am writing in response to the joke issue called “Success.”
I once heard a preacher from Malawi. His sermon had a very
simple message, but one that struck a chord in my life. I would
like to share this with you.
He said that when he was in Europe or in the United States, he
noticed that people said “I’m great” (meaning I am doing well,
things are great for me), therefore everything around me is
great.
He said that in Africa, this is not what people say. In Africa,
they say, “We are all doing well, therefore I am great.”
I am not gifted with words in the same way he was, but I agree
that it is only when we work together as a community that we are
able to be the people that we are truly meant to be. That is
when we are really great; because the light of Christ is alive
and glowing in us.
This is the kind of success that I want.
How about you?
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Thank God for the healing of me and my mother . And thanks to my brothers and sisters in Christ who send up many prayer for us . I am a very rich man to have so many friends that pray for me . God Bless all of you !
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