Jim's Answer To Prayer

Jim, a Christian was let go
From a job he'd had for years.
He looked for jobs and prayed,
But now he was facing fears.

First, he would lose his truck.
He would be two payments behind.
He might even lose his house,
If soon a job he could not find.

If Jim continued to seek a job,
Gas for his truck he would need.
Surely he would need groceries,
For he had a family to feed.

As Jim rolled into the gas station,
He eyed something on the ground.
He left his truck to investigate.
Someone's wallet he had found.

The wallet was stuffed with money,
Containing many big bills too.
This money could pay some bills.
It could help get him through.

Then Jim cried out, "Dear Lord,
Why am I thinking this way?
I will surely return this wallet
To its owner this very day."

Jim found a number and called it
And waited at the service station.
A man named George met him there.
George had a little celebration.

"I was paid in cash," said George,
"For a job we finished today.
Then I missed my wallet and money,
And I frantically started to pray."

"Well George, I lost my job,
So that was a temptation for me,
But I am a blood-bought Christian.
I must do what's right, you see."

"Jim, I am a Christian also.
I'm looking to hire an honest man.
I own a big contractor company.
You may start right away if you can."

Jim's job-hunting ended that day
When he proved himself honest and true.
The Lord answered his urgent prayer.
O Christian, He can answer yours too.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Praise the Lord , Saved by Grace

Memorial Day

We walked among the crosses
Where our fallen soldiers lay.
And listened to the bugle
As TAPS began to play.
The Chaplin led a prayer
We stood with heads bowed low.
And I thought of fallen comrades
I had known so long ago.
They came from every city
Across this fertile land.
That we might live in freedom.
They lie here 'neath the sand.
I felt a little guilty
My sacrifice was small.
I only lost a little time
But these men lost their all.
Now the services are over
For this Memorial Day.
To the names upon these crosses
I just want to say,
Thanks for what you've given
No one could ask for more.
May you rest with God in heaven
From now through evermore.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless 

Strength

Young wife and mother in pain
Father's out having fun again
Heart's in love, but hands are full
Little ones have taken their toll
How does she find the strength?

Middle aged and husband's sick
Feels like life has pulled some trick
Exhausted, not much left to give
Wonders why she even lives
Where does she find the strength?

Old woman in her easy chair
Talks out loud though no one's there
Marking off each passing day
Longs to join her mate some way
Lord help her find the strength

A daughter, a mother, a wife
All they crave is a good life
All are feeling truly lost
But for them He's paid the cost
Thank you for your strength

Put it in His hands, young mother
Put it in His hands, your cares he'll take
Put it in His hands, old woman
Put it in His hands, for your life's sake

Jan Bagwell
God Bless

His Grace is Sufficient ~

Some people feel guilty,
some still feel the shame
for their past sin
they still take the blame.

They refuse to let go,
of their past indiscretions
so they hang on to
their former transgressions.

But, once you're repented,
there's no need to go back
Jesus died for all of your sins
His grace, you'll never lack.

For, grace covers you now,
it's covered what you've done
it'll cover you all the way till
you enter into His kingdom.

So, throw away your guilt,
say goodbye to all the blame
Jesus' gift of sufficient grace
is yours, right now to claim!

Jan  Bagwell

God  Bless !!

In God We Should Trust

The heart and the future no man can see
Yet we give a shot in the dark, and leap
When decisions we made and plans, fall through
We become crestfallen; we nag and weep

The flesh and firmaments restrict our eyes;
Who can unravel what they envelop?
Humans assume, but only Yahweh knows
He apportions a thousand sparrows’ hope

And His eyes can look through the most veiled heart
To discern if it is indeed sincere
Shan't we then seek Him to pick our leader
Or trust ourselves to enthrone the right heir?

Let's our thoughts to the Almighty hand in
Lest we go a false candidate to vote;
Let's our voyage to the Highest commit
Lest we endanger our nation's flag boat

For He will direct our myopic minds
To sift the unworthy with His method
Thus a guaranteed future, blest and bright
Shall be to us that put our trust in God 

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

The Artist

Sunrise, vibrant, yellow, red
Shining as the morning breaks
Slowly rising rays of light
Open eyes, and I awake

Browns and greens, trees and grass
Envelope every inch of land
Covered as a velvet coat
Created by the maker's hand

Abundant flowers, opening
Yellow, white, orange, red, pink
on His giant canvas earth
Brush covers with His holy ink

Baby blue palette above
Billowing white puffs, float by
As far as any eye can see
Cascading all across the sky

Reflecting light rays of color
Hills, valleys, plains of grey
Nature exquisite, at its best
Burst through this lovely day

Nations, multicolored skin
Subsisting in the light
Rushing around, things to do
While this day stays bright

Then the circle comes around
Red, orange, an amazing sight
With one more stroke of His brush
The Artist bids us all, "Goodnight"

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Christ Offers No Concession

There is no way around this fact,
For the Bible says it's so.
Christ is the only Way to Heaven,
It's important that you know.

Some people want to doubt it,
So they proclaim another way.
But if you're wise, you'll just ignore,
The empty things they say.

Christ offers no concession,
Despite what people claim.
For given among all men on earth,
There is no other Name.

The Father sent His only Son,
To be the payment for our sin.
And it's only through His precious blood,
That our hope can now begin.

If we deny that sacrifice,
Then we've scorned the saving cross.
Christ offers no concession,
All else shall suffer loss. 

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Your Question

My father used to say that you could tell the caliber of the
mind of a person by the questions that they ask.

What do you want to know?

Seriously.

If there was one question that you could ask and have answered,
what would it be?

Just one.

What would it be?

Suppose you had a direct line to God's information line?
I know that we have the scriptures but many have personal
questions that are not easily gleaned from scripture.

You do.

I do.

So what would it be?

Is this a vain exercise?

I don't think so.

You will either say, "What a silly thing to think about and ask
such a question"

...or you will think about "your" question.

If you ask you may not get the answer, but if you never ask,
you definitely won't.



The caliber of the mind of a person is often indicated by the
questions that they ask, or whether they even have one.