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His Hour Had Not Yet Come
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By Gary James Smith
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His hour had not yet come
Praise God that it was so
For He still had His works to do
His Father leading Him so
No man could lay hands upon Him
To bring Him to His death
Christ would finish the task at hand
Until His dying breath

What love held back a demonstration
Of destruction that could arise
Christ could have called ten thousand angels
To be with Him at His side
But no! Love with unending purpose
Withstood the onslaught of men
Love, love, that conquerors all
Was poured out there for our sin

What love that drew Salvation's plan
The architecture of our God
To show the world a "sinless" man
Wrought life through His shed blood
His hour now, it truly had come
Heaven portrayed in it's finest finess
In the uttering of words that day on the cross
By our Lord Jesus Christ..."It is finished!"

Copyright August 17 2017. 8:11AM

Gary James Smith

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Submitted: Saturday, August 26, 2017

Last Updated: Sunday, August 27, 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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