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Our Weepings
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By Gary James Smith
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OUR WEEPINGS

Our weepings are not hidden
From our God above
For He who knoweth all things
Is swift to send His love
And come along by our side
Our deepest thought...He hears it
To minister to us anew
By His Holy Spirit

Stored up in a bottle
Are the tears we shed
Though ofttimes hidden from men's eyes
To Him are perfectly read
And at the flowing of these tears
Sad washings of our face
God pours out abundantly
His amazing grace!

So let them flow...freely flow
The showing of inward emotion
Never be ashamed to let them fall
Never have that notion
For God's equipped us with a heart
That feels for needs of others
Weeping may endure for the night
But morning is coming my brothers!

Copyright Gary James Smith

April 13, 2017 at 7:44 AM


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Submitted: Thursday, April 13, 2017

Last Updated: Friday, April 14, 2017

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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