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Christ is the Living Word
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By Gary James Smith
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Christ is the Living Word

There is no place that is outside
Of God's juridiction
For any man to think otherwise
Well...that dear sir is fiction

For God encompasses all He made
And He made everything
To be at one with that Creator
Will cause your soul to sing

For sin in all of it's deadly force
Can never match the Son
Who rose again in victory robes
That all Triumphant One

And with His precious blood has purchased
Us for His possession
Upon our faith in Jesus Christ
We have a true confession

That God in Christ became a man
To offer reconciliation
For whosoever believes on Him
Receives so great Salvation

Now our hope for righteousness
Is found in Him alone
Who will present us faultless one day
Before the Father's throne

Then... bowing and confessing
That Jesus Christ is Lord
Witnessing before the court of Heaven
Christ is the living Word!

Copyright August 5 2016 4:40AM

GARY JAMES SMITH


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Submitted: Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Last Updated: Wednesday, August 10, 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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