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When Sin
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By Gary James Smith
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When Sin

When sin in its volume, weight, and mass
Descended upon our Lord
He took it all victoriously and rendered it
And left it in full discord
It was not happy with what had occurred
When it lost its power over Him
God's righteousness was proven "Supreme liberator"
Jesus Christ in His triumph over sin

The Cross become our Holy of Holies
The Lamb for sinners slain
And the precious blood of Jesus Christ
Gives cleansing through His name
Sin had to take a leave of absence
For He died once for sin
And put away the need for sacrifice
To ever have it to happen again

Once for all O brother believe it
There is a Redeemer Jesus His name
Who can turn a sinner into a saint
And cause Him to glorify the Lord's blessed name
Being forgiven I now can forgive
God's love enabling I thank Him for that
Now I can love for He lives within me
Show me a Salvation better than that!

Copyright April 13 2018 8:05pm

Gary James Smith


 


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Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2018

Last Updated: Monday, May 14, 2018

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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