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We Do Not Mourn
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By Gary James Smith
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We Do Not Mourn

We do not mourn as hopeless one's
Because of devastation and a loss
But we can mourn with the blessed hope
Of the Victory through the Cross
For sins transgressions sought our death
And death comes to us all
But praise God for the empty tomb
Our Spiritual withal!

So cheer up saint a glorious sight
Is there for our unfolding
The One with hand and foot nail prints
We will one day be beholding
And the guest book signed by angels no less
Guranteed of no stress or strife
Praise God my name is written down
In the blessed Lamb's Book of Life

Hallelujah for repentance power
In genuine fear of the Lord
With a broken and a contrite heart
It believes every Word of God
And hope by faith has Salvation's root
How deep the grace of God
And once it's planted by the Spirit
It ever adorns the Truth!

Copyright January 18 2019 1:27 AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2019

Last Updated: Friday, January 18, 2019

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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