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Unsuitable For Use
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By Gary James Smith
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Unsuitable For Use

How often we determine
The extent of our righteousness
And satisfy ourselves with the thought
Surely my God will bless
But we fall so far short
Of what God's requirement is
Thinking that..."we have arrived!"
He says! " Unsuitable for use"

For not of works of our righteousness
Is there merit to gain His favour
But we must come with repentant heart's
If we would seek to know the Saviour
And see sin in it's true light
For the darkness that it is
And our good works as nonsense
As He says " Unsuitable for use"

Lord my righteousness is as filthy rags
In the light of Who You are
For You are...Holy,Holy,Holy
My bright and morning star
And my sin making me deserving of
The wrath of God for sure
But by the precious blood of Jesus Christ
He says "Unsuitable for use" no more!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright February 4 2019 10:20 AM

Gary James Smith

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Submitted: Sunday, February 3, 2019

Last Updated: Sunday, February 3, 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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