A Woman's Voice

SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Calvary Or Gethsemane ~ April 16, 2011 by Charles Betts


There is a place called Calvary

Where many come on bended knee.

Some to pray, some just to see

What has been or what will be.


There’s another place called Gethsemane

Where fewer come and fewer flee,

There to pray and there to plea

Before the Lord for His mercy


When people come to Calvary

Not passing through Gethsemane,

So many things they just do not see

And from themselves are never free.


You’ll find it is in that garden place

As you kneel there and bow your face

You see God’s mercy, love and grace

Extended to all the human race.


So enter now and slow your pace.

The steps you’ve taken in life retrace.

God’s holy presence now embrace.

Let Jesus’ love fill that empty space.


In Gethsemane is where Christ did pray.

Found strength from God to face His day.

Sweat drops of blood washed His will away.

He resigned Himself  then was led away.


Here come the soldiers and the angry crowd.

Here’s Judas, His friend who was too proud

To repent. Instead, he kissed the Savior’s brow

And walked away. Hanged himself, too late now. 


Jesus’ friends and disciples all fled his side.

Scared, they ran away somewhere to hide.

Peter, the bravest one, even cursed and lied.

“I don’t know him. I’m not his”, he cried.


Christ was led to the judgement hall.

Not one soul on Him did call.

No one on their face did fall

To honor Him, the Lord of all.


There He stood and took the shame.

They all laughed and mocked His name.

Was it for this to earth He came?

Yet people today would do the same.


No justice could our savior find.

Their eyes were shut, all were blind.

Hatred was all that filled their mind.

They put His miracles all behind.


Then He was led up Calvary’s hill.

The last subjection of His own will.

There His blood He did freely spill.

The Roman spear made the final kill.


The angels looking down on earth

Say to God “Is mankind really worth

The agony, the pain, the dearth”.

On Satan’s face such a look of mirth.


Almighty God now speaks to them

“I know the human heart is filled with sin

They have no peace or joy within.

But now they can because of Him”


“Look ahead now to a future day,

When weary souls will come to pray.

Seeking help to find life’s way.

And I can go to them and say” 


“ You made your way through Gethsemane

Now I see you kneeling here at Calvary.

You’ve finally found your way to me.

My truth alone will set you free”.


Let the tears fall from your eye

As from your heart there comes a cry

“God forgive me and the blood apply.

I’ll live for you, to myself die.”


Heaven fills with a sweet refrain.

For you the Savior died not in vain.

Go now, tell others, ease their pain.

So they as well may salvation gain


So if you decide to come to Calvary,

First spend some time in Gethsemane.

Stay there my friend on bended knee

Until from yourself you are truly free.


 A poem by Charles Betts

Typed on June 23rd 2001 at sta. 4

Once again Charles, I thank you for such an inspirational poem. 

BLOG HOPPING DAY ~ Perpetual Offenders: When To Stay And When To Walk Away ~ April 6, 2011 by Jennifer Slattery

Posted in BLOG HOPPING by doloresayotte on April 6, 2011
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During this Lenten Season, we are very much reminded of the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ and our need for redemption. Most of us recognize our need “to forgive” others and also our need “to be forgiven”. Jennifer has written a very inspirational article addressing both these necessary human conditions. It touched me in such a way that I was moved to share it will all of you. Please take a moment to read  Perpetual Offenders: When To Stay And When To Walk  Away Thanks Jennifer!

SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ LIFE’S PUZZLE ~ March 19, 2011 by Charles Betts


Life is so much like a puzzle
With the pieces scattered ‘round
You just can’t put it together
‘Cause some pieces can’t be found

It’s so hard locating corners
And the middle seems such a maze
Try to put it all together
And it will leave you in a daze

Sometimes you find a couple of pieces
Then match them with a couple more
You think you’ve got it figured out
No way to see what lies in store

Out of nowhere something happens
And they’re all scattered once again
Impossible to understand
How can you e’er endure the strain?

I do enjoy a real good puzzle
I’ve tried my hand at quite a few
I have to say life is the hardest
I’m never sure just what to do

Now if you don’t mind me saying
I’ve got a friend who helps me out
When I go to Him with questions
His answers leave me with no doubt

If we learn to put our trust in Jesus
He’ll get to be our dearest friend
He will walk us through the puzzle
It’ll be completed in the end

A poem by Charles Betts
Jan 15th 2006

Charles you are a man after my own heart. I so love doing puzzles and this poem helped figure out a few answers for me. Thanks!

SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Shadow Walking ~ March 5, 2011 by Charles Betts


Often I have found myself with my back toward the Son

Creating my own shadows in which I stumble as I run

Trying to escape the voice of God that I hear calling

I rush on into the darkness, tripping, blindly falling


The shadows make it difficult. It’s just so hard to see

All the snares and pitfalls that are waiting there for me

To think that I know better makes it hard to understand

Why I’d turn my back on God and let go of Jesus’ hand


Out here in the shadows, just a glimpse of fading light

And a voice I can’t remember, teaching me what’s right

I put it all behind me for a chance at wealth and fame

Knowing deep inside me, it would only bring me shame


Then I cry out from the darkness, my soul filled with pain

Begging for forgiveness. He would take me back again

Now it’s so much better with the Son upon my face

Walking in the truth and light of God’s amazing Grace


A Poem By Charles Betts

Sept 18th, 2005

For the Glory of God

Thanks once again Charles for a most inspirational poem. I am honored to share your poetic talent with my readers.

LONGING ~ February 26, 2011 by Charles Betts

Posted in INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ SPIRITUAL SATURDAY by doloresayotte on February 26, 2011
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Oh precious face of Jesus

When will I touch that brow

That held the crown of thorns?

No thought by hands that forced it down

As they caused the blood to flow

Or how the flesh was roughly torn.


I long so to touch the scars

That formed when stripes were healed

On the back of He who took my pain.

For too long I’ve stood afar.

How many times I’ve kneeled!!

I’ll come back and kneel again


I ache to hold the hands

Who held the little children close

And reassured them of Gods love.

The wind and waves He did command

As the storms in my life arose.

They will greet me in my home above


The side that took the Roman spear

From which the blood and water flowed

[The sign of death to those who knew]

Is the side I lean upon. So dear.

It is the gift of God bestowed

It held His heart. Now mine is new.


To kiss and wash with tears

The feet that walked on sea and sand

They carried Him to where hurting people lived

They bring sweet joy amid my fears

Oh to hold them gently in trembling hands

To Him such obeisance freely give


A poem by Charles Betts May 24th, 2005

Thanks Charles!

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