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I Have Precious Memories
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By Gary James Smith
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I have precious memories
Of my dear old mom
How she raised us children
By the "rule of thumb"

She was ever watchful Of what we'd say or do
If caught acting out of line
Spankings would ensue

We sure loved our mother
Especially when Sunday came
She would bake such goodies
None could bake the same

It brought us so much sunshine
Our hearts were truly blest
The time we spent with mother
Was never reckoned loss

And do I miss her...u betcha
But on the other side
There is mother with Jesus
Waiting for His bride

And glory hallelujahs
Ring daily from that place
And mother there is singing
Her favourite...."Amazing Grace"

I praise you Lord for mother
In her I found a blessing
One in whom I'll continually praise
To that I am confessing

So thank you mom for you
And all you were to me
See you soon on the other side
Enjoying eternity!

Copyright May 7 2016. 9:29PM


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Submitted: Sunday, May 8, 2016

Last Updated: Monday, May 9, 2016

About the Poet
I came to know the Lord as my personal Saviour in January of 1972. I was married on Oct 21,1966 to my wife Linda who also loves the Lord. We have ten children and now twenty-four grand children. In Aug 2012 we got the announcement of the birth of our first GREAT grand child (a baby girl). I was thrilled to find others of like precious faith and belief in Jesus Christ. Hallelujah! What a Savior! I am presently living in Champion, Alberta, Canada but we are originally from Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada. That is where the poem Canadian Tribute to America was birthed. One Sunday as I walked across the city on my way to church I came to the top of a hill and looked across at Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan. After watching the events of the Sept 11 tragedy it was weighing on my heart and mind and the Lord gave me these words. We came to Calgary and when my oldest daughter saw this poem she said, �Dad, what�s this?� and I said a poem and she replied �Dad, that�s not a poem , that�s a song� and she then went to the piano and began to sing and play it. The result of which turned into a song entitled, A Canadian Tribute to America which she recorded on CD. garyjamessmith2005@yahoo.ca

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