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I've Wrestled
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By Gary James Smith
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I've Wrestled 

I've wrestled with sin a time or two
And it took me to the mat
I had not submitted myself to God
And the devil knocked me flat
I was almost down for the count of three
But then I came to my senses 
And realized the battle was spiritual
On my own I was defenseless 

Swiftly I cried out to the Lord
Father I need You now
The Holy Spirit became my strength
And His power filled me somehow
I had forgotten that twenty four seven
He watches over me
And is always ready to come to my aid
And give me the victory

Now when that roaring lion comes around
Seeking whom he may devour
I resurrect the awesomeness of
My God has all the power
And greater is He that's within me
Than he that is in the world
When I submit to God and resist the devil
The Lord gives him a hurl!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright September 21  2019  4:06 AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Saturday, September 21, 2019

Last Updated: Saturday, September 21, 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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