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Betty C

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Betty Ward Cain is a published author, musician
and retired teacher, with a Christian heritage who
desires to bring the values taught during her child-
hood to children today. Mrs. Cain grew up in a
minister’s home. Her father (Rev. T. N. Ward) and
grandfather (Rev. L. M. Justice) were Church of
God ministers. The... more »
  • Cleveland, TN, USA
  • member since November 28, 2007

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  • Earl

    Earl says

    The Crucifixion

    Sunlight upon Judea's hills
    And on the waves of Galilee,
    On Jordan's streams and on the rills
    That feed the dead and sleeping sea;
    Most freshly from the green wood springs
    The light breeze on its scented wings;
    And gaily quiver in the sun
    The cedar-tops of Lebanon.

    A few more hours--a change hath come!
    The sky is dark without a cloud;
    The shouts of joy and wrath are dumb,
    And proud knees unto earth are bowed.
    A change is on the hill of death,
    The helmeted watchers pant for breath,
    And turn with wild and maniac eyes
    From the dark scene of sacrifice.

    That Sacrifice!--the death of Him,
    The high and ever Holy One!
    Well may the conscious heaven grow dim
    And blacken the beholding sun!
    The wonted light hath fled away,
    Night settles on the middle day,
    And Earthquake from his caverned bed
    Is waking with a thrill of dread.

    The dead are waking underneath!
    Their prison door is rent away!
    And, ghastly with the seal of death,
    They wander in the eye of day!
    The temple of the Cherubim,
    The House of God is cold and dim;
    A curse is on its trembling walls;
    Its mighty veil asunder falls!

    Well may the caverned depths of Earth
    Be shaken and her mountains nod;
    Well may the sheeted dead come forth
    To gaze upon a suffering God!
    Well may the temple-shrine grow dim,
    And shadows veil the Cherubim,
    When He, the chosen one of heaven,
    A sacrifice for guilt is given!

    And shall the sinful heart alone
    Behold unmoved the atoning hour,
    When Nature trembles on her throne'
    And Death reigns his iron power?
    Oh! shall the heart--whose sinfulness
    Gave keeness to His sore distress,
    And added to His tears of blood
    Refuse its trembling gratitude?

    --John Greenleaf Whittier

    posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )
  • Earl

    Earl says

    The Crucifixion

    Sunlight upon Judea's hills
    And on the waves of Galilee,
    On Jordan's streams and on the rills
    That feed the dead and sleeping sea;
    Most freshly from the green wood springs
    The light breeze on its scented wings;
    And gaily quiver in the sun
    The cedar-tops of Lebanon.

    A few more hours--a change hath come!
    The sky is dark without a cloud;
    The shouts of joy and wrath are dumb,
    And proud knees unto earth are bowed.
    A change is on the hill of death,
    The helmeted watchers pant for breath,
    And turn with wild and maniac eyes
    From the dark scene of sacrifice.

    That Sacrifice!--the death of Him,
    The high and ever Holy One!
    Well may the conscious heaven grow dim
    And blacken the beholding sun!
    The wonted light hath fled away,
    Night settles on the middle day,
    And Earthquake from his caverned bed
    Is waking with a thrill of dread.

    The dead are waking underneath!
    Their prison door is rent away!
    And, ghastly with the seal of death,
    They wander in the eye of day!
    The temple of the Cherubim,
    The House of God is cold and dim;
    A curse is on its trembling walls;
    Its mighty veil asunder falls!

    Well may the caverned depths of Earth
    Be shaken and her mountains nod;
    Well may the sheeted dead come forth
    To gaze upon a suffering God!
    Well may the temple-shrine grow dim,
    And shadows veil the Cherubim,
    When He, the chosen one of heaven,
    A sacrifice for guilt is given!

    And shall the sinful heart alone
    Behold unmoved the atoning hour,
    When Nature trembles on her throne'
    And Death reigns his iron power?
    Oh! shall the heart--whose sinfulness
    Gave keeness to His sore distress,
    And added to His tears of blood
    Refuse its trembling gratitude?

    --John Greenleaf Whittier

    posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )
  • Earl

    Earl says

    A Mother's Day bouquet . . .

    When Mother Prayed

    Somehow God always seemed so real,
    Somehow I could not doubt nor feel
    That God was ever far away,
    When I could hear my mother pray;
    Somehow when she would kneel in prayer,
    God always seemed to meet her there.

    When she would kneel beside my bed,
    With her dear hands upon my head,
    My little heart would cease to fear,
    And God would seem to come so near;
    Somehow, someway, when Mother prayed,
    I could not, dared not, feel afraid.

    And when she prayed for Him to keep
    Me through the night, and give me sleep
    And rest until the break of day,
    I felt that it must be, someway;
    That round about me was His arm,
    And He could keep me safe from harm.

    When Mother prayed! O precious hour,
    When God would come in mighty power!
    O memory sweet! O hallowed place
    Where God did shine in Mother's face!
    Somehow in prayer she found such rest;
    Somehow her soul God always blest.

    When Mother prayed! Ah, then I knew
    Within my soul that God is true;
    I could no longer doubt His love;
    And, yielding all, born from above,
    My soul was filled with peace divine,
    And Mother's God was thenceforth mine.

    [Melville Miller]

    posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )
  • Earl

    Earl says

    A Mother's Day bouquet . . .

    When Mother Prayed

    Somehow God alway seemed so real,
    Somehow I could not doubt nor feel
    That God was ever far away,
    When I could hear my mother pray;
    Somehow when she would kneel in prayer,
    God always seemed to meet her there.

    When she would kneel beside my bed,
    With her dear hands upon my head,
    My little heart would cease to fear,
    And God would seem to come so near;
    Somehow, someway, when Mother prayed,
    I could not, dared not, feel afraid.

    And when she prayed for Him to keep
    Me through the night, and give me sleep
    And rest until the break of day,
    I felt that it must be, someway;
    That round about me was His arm,
    And He could keep me safe from harm.

    When Mother prayed! O precious hour,
    When God would come in mighty power!
    O memory sweet! O halowed place
    Where God did shine in Mother's face!
    Somehow in prayer she found such rest;
    Somehow her soul God always blest.

    When Mother prayed! Ah, then I knew
    Within my soul that God is true;
    I could no longer doubt His love;
    And, yielding all, born from above,
    My soul was filled with peace divine,
    And Mother's God was thenceforth mine.

    [Melville Miller]

    posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )
  • Earl

    Earl says

    “The First Fruits of Them That Slept”
    (1 Cor. 15:20)

    Past are the anguish and weight of His passion;
    Sealed in a sepulcher, Jesus doth lie,
    Guarded by soldiers in armor, whose fashion
    Only imperial Rome can supply.

    Just from the courts of Jehovah descended,
    Clothed in a raiment as white as the snow,
    Shining in face by lightning attended,
    Speeds there an angel as a dart from a bow.

    Reaching the garden as daylight is springing,
    Backward he rolleth the stone from the grave;
    Up cometh Jesus, in majesty bringing
    Proof reconfirmed of His power to save.

    Shaking with fear, to the ground fall the keepers;
    Quaketh the earth with mysterious thrills.
    Glory to God in the highest! Ye weepers,
    Shout in the chorus that heaven now fills.

    Earth could not bind the true Lord of creation;
    Vanquished is death by the Author of life;
    Quickly arise ye and tell every nation
    Jesus has won in the glorious strife.

    Past are the anguish and weight of His passion;
    Pleasures forever bide Him on high;
    Clothed is the Savior with garments in fashion
    Human resources could never supply.
    (Robert Rothman)

    Yours in our Risen Lord,

    Earl

    posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )
  • Nora

    Nora says

    Hi, I just posted a very special interview with Juile Lessman, author of "A Passion Most Pure". She is giving away a copy of her book if you leave a comment on my blog. Check it out www.psalm516.blogspot.com. She'll be giving the book away next week.

    posted 3 years ago. ( send a note )
  • Betty  C

    Betty C says

    Hello Friends,

    Once again God has proven himself to me. I had a PET scan this past Friday and I am still free and clear of cancer. When God heals you of cancer, you stay clear of cancer. Praise the Lord.

    Some of you may not have heard my testimony and some have. But I never get tired of telling it.

    Eight years ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I had a partial mastectomy and they scheduled me for 8 rounds of chemo therapy and 36 treatments of radiation. The chemo made me very sick. I would have three bad weeks and then one good week before I went back for another treatment. On my fourth round of chemo, I became sick even before I left the oncologist office. They had to stop treatment several times for me to throw up. It was as if my body was saying, "that's enough, no more."

    I was scheduled to have the 5th treatment at the hospital because of the danger it could cause to my heart. I had gone in for the blood work and registered for the treatment. This was my one good week, so I met my family in Pigeon Forge for a family reunion with my mom, stepfather, sister, 2 brothers, and the spouses. We had a great time of family togetherness. It was the first time they had seen me slick bald.

    On the last night of the reunion, we all gathered for prayer. As we joined hands in a circle and began to pray. My youngest brother, Bill, prayed a wonderful, dynamic prayer. I felt a great touch from God from the top of my head to my toes. Growing up in a minister's home, I was always taught to close my eyes during a prayer. I wish this one time I had not obeyed. My husband says the room was filled with a white cloud of God's spirit. I would have loved to see it.

    We returned home and I knew I was healed. I got a call from the oncologist's office. They were canceling the final 4 chemo treatments. The doctor had said, these were not necessary, although I know of others who had to have their final 4 treatments. I know this was God sparing me from damage to my heart or further sickness. He is so good to me.

    I still had to have the 36 radiation treatments, but they were not so bad. I did get quite a burn from them, but God helped me through them. It has been eight years now and God is still showing me he cares for me and loves me. How can I do anything but praise him.

    Betty Ward Cain

    www.bedfordpublications.com

    posted 3 years ago. ( send a note )
  • AprilR

    AprilR says

    Betty, I am so glad we are now friends on shelfari. Hope you have a wonderful day!

    posted 3 years ago. ( send a note )
  • Mi Books

    Mi Books says

    Hi Betty!
    I just read your review for Building Character...the devotional book for kids. Do you think this book is too young for a 10yo? 13yo? 15yo? I was wondering if this is something that I could get for my kids. Thanks for reviewing it!
    Sheila

    posted 3 years ago. ( send a note )
  • Rhonda J

    Rhonda J says

    Hello Betty, How are you doing? My mom name is Betty.

    posted 3 years ago. ( send a note )
  • ch. mohammad khan  r

    ch. mohammad khan r says

    dear Betty,

    oh great lady, I wrote a good book named "The Unfathomable Vastness of God"". will you please accomodate me in your jungle. regards, yours, khan.love to all is my slogan.waiting for your note for me. thanks.

    posted 4 years ago. ( send a note )
  • Annette

    Annette says

    Well hello and how are you today? Thank you for requesting my friendship. You are a musician? Do you play the piano? I do.

    posted 4 years ago. ( send a note )
  • rclark

    rclark says

    Hi Betty, you seem to be my neighbor. I live in the city by the river. Home of Graceland and BBQ. :)

    posted 4 years ago. ( send a note )
  • sharon

    sharon says

    Hi Betty, I am happy to accept your friendship offer. I looked at your shelf, and it seems we have much the same taste in books. I have read most of Karen Kingsbury"s books, and also those of Jan Karon. Lately, I have read two of Lynn Austin's books, and I have enjoyed them. Right now, I am reading a Beverly Lewis book called "The Parting". I love books about the Amish people and their simple lives. Happy reading!

    posted 4 years ago. ( send a note )
  • Mrs. Smith

    Mrs. Smith says

    Hello Betty C!
    It is with great pleasure to welcome you as a member of the Lynn Austin and Karen Kingsbury Readers group.I look forward to all that you would like to share and discuss. Until then...blessings to you and yours.

    posted 4 years ago. ( send a note )
  • ? Hugs are not Free ?

    ? Hugs are not Free ? says

    hey Mrs ward thank you for the invite I accept
    Lizzi

    posted 4 years ago. ( send a note )
  • QuoteLady

    QuoteLady says

    Betty C,

    Welcome to the Homeschooling and Unschooling group! Please feel free to introduce yourself in the thread entitled, "Let's Get to Know Each Other Better", if you feel inclined. Don't forget to add relevant books to the group shelf, start new discussions and contribute to the current ones.

    ~QL

    posted 4 years ago. ( send a note )