River of Living Water

Oh sweet Lord and Savior, Your glory fills this place,
Your Presence is Divine; the reflection of Your grace,
Like a drop of crystal water, to a dry and thirsty soul,
The fullness of Your love, completely makes me whole.

As I quietly sit before You, soaking in Your gentle ways,
I cannot stop the tears of joy, from streaming down my face.
Your mercy brings me to my knees, Your beauty is so pure,
Like pristine sparkling water, that leaves me wanting more.

You are altogether lovely, so gracious, kind, and meek,
Jesus Christ, my dear Beloved, the One whose face I seek,
Your tender mercies soothe my soul, like gentle beads of dew,
That settle in the midst of night, to freshen and renew...

Lord, I lift my hands to heaven; I praise Your Holy Name!
Since You touched my heart, my life is not the same,
Every struggle, every wound, every pain, and every fear,
Was swept away with Love, when You whispered, "I am here."
Jan Bagwell
God Bless

You took away my longing thirst, a spring now flows in me,
From Your Fountain of Living Water, You set my spirit free.
Like a droplet on a peaceful lake, that ripples to the shore,
From the throne of God, and of the Lamb...Let The River Pour!!!

Acrostic Announcment

All of His universe, screams for validation;
Bothering it does not, with human speculation

Cautiously pulsing, the fabric of reality did;
Dividing itself across time, multiplying at His whim

Earnestly working, the matter of creation longs;
Following His perfect example, awaiting the banquet song

Galaxy distant explosions, molding the limits of space;
Hold nothing in comparison, to His beautiful face

Infinity stands as dust, seen through the lens of Him;
Justice flows forth, a sinner cleaned from sin

Knocking at a door, and standing upon eternity;
Longing to be with you, His dying made you free

Marvelous rivers of neon righteousness;
Now roar with fury, waiting for completeness

Obsidian stains, of iniquitous enormity;
Pander to my mind, though my sights are set on thee

Quixotically I work, leading to nothing but frustration;
Revealed to me it was, Your death, is my salvation

Saved not by my works, or anything I’ve done;
Through the cross I am saved, by the blood of Your Son

Under grace, not truth, I fall and stand again;
Voraciously I speak to others, of Your return and when

Welcome we shall be, in the arms of A Perfect Architect;
Xenial to a level, unseen by fallen intellect

Yahweh. My King. Author of perpetuity. 
Zenith of existence, all creation longs for Thee.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

How Little Love

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Another child molested,
while we live unaware.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Abused and battered mothers -
but leave - they wouldn't dare.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
A mother and her daughter -
now homeless, in despair.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
They've no place with little food
and nothing much to wear.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Then a fellow takes them in -
another plight they share.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Tell yourself that they're okay -
it's not so bad out there.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Go about your business and
convince yourself it's rare.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Faithful always, our routine
with comfort in the air.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
It doesn't really matter.
It's happening elsewhere.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
We'd rather do the talking
from our most favorite chair.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Pray a few more minutes and
convince your God you care.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Tell God about your troubles -
then see if He's unfair.

Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
'Common folk' to billionaire,
how little love we share.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless

Perfect Masterpiece

Perfect Masterpiece
Peered I, up to the heavens. So stunned, I stood in awe.
His hand swept over East to West and this is what I saw...
A sight exposing every truth, that made me nearly faint.
A sight, that in a million years, no man could ever paint.
A special, brand new masterpiece that God creates each day.
A special, brand new vision that He gives along my way.

I see a vast creation that is pure outside and in
before His work is tarnished by horrendous, evil sin.
He paints His skies so differently. No two are just the same.
He paints the creatures on the earth - the wild and the tame.
The sunsets over mountain peaks are not identical -
and snowflakes falling from the sky - not precisely equal.
The clouds float freely with the breeze while rolling on thin air.
Though no two skies are just alike, they share the canvas there.
And no two meadows look the same as I walk down His path.
I see no trees identical when grown through nature's wrath.
Not equal are the mountain streams or creatures of the wild.
And so unique the sunsets are - as faces of a child.
So patiently, a flower bud waits ready to unfurl.
A swirl of brilliant petals bloom. I see a little girl.
Her whole life laid in front of her that she became forthwith -
another link within the chain this world had yanked her with.
Priorities had dragged her from her work to shopping mall.
And every day, a masterpiece - yet she had missed them all.
Now richly dressed as all the rest who never seemed to care,
she peered inside a cancer ward and saw young children there.
She saw the face of one small boy with cute and chubby cheeks -
and though the tears had dried away she saw the many streaks.
They washed away the happiness in life so short, but giving -
as sin has made the sky to fall on innocent still living.
God waves His hand across the sky, but have I failed to see -
out way beyond my own routine, beyond my vanity?
God paints a perfect masterpiece on each and every child.
I finally saw His masterpiece when that young child smiled.
Peered I, up to the heavens. Through tears, I prayed in awe.
His hand swept over East to West and that is what I saw...
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !

Content

We are all walking to Him
Each at a different pace
None the less we are going
To that unimaginable place.

The road is sometimes difficult
But time passes quickly by
Until a feeling of content
Breathing a heartfelt sigh.

He waits with open arms
Our journey soon will end
His peace flows so sweetly
From angels that He will send.

The look of sorrow is fading
There is nothing we will miss
All of the hurts inside us
Replaced by exquisite bliss.

We pass others on the road
Their tears touch our soul
Knowledge and wisdom fill a heart
So close to becoming whole.

Wanting to live a godly life
Trusting only in His Word
Every prayer we cried to Him
He answered and He heard.

We are all walking to Him
On a road that is Heaven sent
To hear Him whisper softly
Dear ones, I bring to you content.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Philippians 4:11-13
I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or want. I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.

When Things Seem Hard to Bear

When things seem hard to bear,
And friends can't really help you;
Remember the three Hebrew children.
In the fire, the Son of God was there, too.

When things seem hard to bear,
And it's difficult for you to pray;
Remember Daniel in the Lion's Den,
Who lived to see another day.

When things seem hard to bear,
And you think, "If only I could";
Remember Joseph, sold by his brothers,
Who rose to power for God's good.

When things seem hard to bear,
And your days are closing in on you;
Remember Peter in prison walls,
Who walked out; he had more to do.

When things seem hard to bear,
And you've lost money and health;
Remember Job and his faith,
Who was given double his wealth.

When things seem hard to bear,
And Satan won't let you be;
Remember Christ and the cross,
Who died to set you free.

When things seem hard to bear,
And no one's there to really care;
Remember God has a listening ear,
Who will hear your every prayer.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless

Heaven Is On My Mind

Someday I'll shed this mortal flesh
And fly away to my Heavenly home,
Leaving behind this old world,
And in sin no more will I roam.

The closer I get to that goal,
I think of Heaven more and more.
How will it be when I arrive
Upon that celestial, golden shore?

Yes, the gates are made of pearl,
And the streets are made of gold,
But also God's Word tells us
That the half has never been told.

Will my loved ones meet me there
When I arrive on that glad day,
Or will my Savior greet me first
When I arrive at my home to stay?

Will I have to wait in line
To see my dear Savior's face,
Or will I see Him just shortly
On my arrival in that place?

Am I too Heavenly minded
To be of any earthly good?
I must be about God's business
And work the way I should.

Still, I am so very anxious
To see my dear Savior's face.
I want to thank Him for His love
And for His matchless grace.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless