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The Fountain Of Life
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By Gary James Smith
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The Fountain Of Life

I've found the fountain of life
Discovered that is was red
Filled up to the brim
Through the blood Lord Jesus shed
And still sufficient is its grace
For every day and every hour
For that precious blood of Jesus Christ
It shall never lose its power

It's the blood that cleanses from sin
And washes white as snow
Completely forgives all of our trespasses
Jesus loves me this I know
The love that drew Salvation's plan
Sister... brother..come now near it
Repent! Believe! and call upon Christ
Be ye filled by the Holy Spirit

God was pleased with Christ's sacrifice
In that He raised Him from the dead
Now we can walk in newness of life
With the Lord...our living Head
So leave off with the things of the world
For they shall never satisfy
Seek ye the Lord...our fountain of Life
For He has an unlimited supply!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright June 11 2019 8:04 PM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Last Updated: Wednesday, June 12, 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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