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In Resurrection Style
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By Gary James Smith
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In Resurrection Style

In Resurrection style our God
We give Thee thankful praise
For our Redeemer Christ still lives
Who is Conqueror over the grave
And so we sing our Hallelujah's
Hallelujah for the Cross
And in our lives may Christ be magnified
For without Him we are lost

Praise God He came to seek and to save
He was on a Heaven sent mission
To reconcile us back to God
And redeem us from our sinful condition
And bring to light just how great the darkness
That held us fast in our doom
And offering us relief from our dilemma
Still at the Cross there's room

Praise God there's still room at the Cross
Come receive your gift of grace
Repent and turn from your sin my friend
And seek ye the Master's face
Where God's Spirit will testify
By bearing witness to your spirit within
That you by faith have trusted in Christ
And praise God you are born again!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright April 16 2019 8:39 PM

Gary James Smith

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Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Last Updated: Wednesday, April 17, 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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